Feminine glory is fruitful. It produces.
It builds. It creates. And it does so in
ways that are profound and staggering
and surprising and beautiful and
frequently messy and hilarious and
ridiculous. Fruit is never, ever tidy, and
building things always makes a mess—so
keep your eye on the harvest and realize
that in this world God made, the mud is
an essential ingredient. Think about the
finished house and realize that the
sawdust is a given. As we build, as we
glorify, as we try to imitate God in our
fruitfulness, we should make sure that
our vision for what that will look like
is shaped by what God Himself has shown
us, and not what minimalist lifestyle
magazines claim the beautiful life is. On
the other hand, the mud isn't the goal,
the sawdust isn't the final product.
We're trying to build something glorious,
and we need to be neither frightened of
the dirt nor distracted into thinking
the dirt is all there is. So be the glory
of your husband. Be the concentrated,
intoxicating, incarnate poetry that tells
the story of death and resurrection, and
then throw yourself into the task of
glorifying. Be fruitful. Build your house.
Work hard. Be ambitious. Be productive.
Learn more. Run harder. Take the gifts God has given you the desires he has given
you, the constraints that he has given
you, and then figure out how to weave
those into something glorious, something
compelling, a beautiful aroma that can't
be contained and it beckons a broken
world to come and taste, to see that the Lord is good
"Eve in Exile" by me,
Rebekah Merkle.
now available on audio, wherever audio books are sold.
