I’m sick. Feeling like pooh (and I’m not talking about Winnie)! Sniffing, snorting, sneezing, fever, just-want-to-crawl-under-the-covers sick. Somewhere between chills and Kleenex, my blank mind wandered to a time when my children were young and being sick wasn’t something I had time for. I wasn’t prepared. Proverbs 31:21 gives us an inside peek at the intimidating Mrs. Proverbs 31’s home life. “She is not afraid of snow for her household, For all her household is clothed with scarlet.” She wasn’t afraid of what lurked beyond the four walls of her house because, like a girl scout, Mrs. Proverbs 31 was ready. I …
