Give her of the fruit of her hands, and let her works praise her in the gates. -Proverbs 31:31
I made biscuits for breakfast this morning.
I have to say that I have just about got it down. Maybe it's that dash of sugar. Or maybe the amount of milk, making the moisture of the dough just right.
Still there is something lacking.
I have often said that one of the things I miss most about Ms. Joycie are her biscuits. The best in the known universe. And it's not just me. Anyone who has ever enjoyed one of those biscuits will tell you the same thing (can I get a witness up in hyere?).
I've also said that one of the reasons God called her home was so she could make biscuits for Him!
Hmmm. So I may have figured out two of the twelve manner of fruits found on the tree of life (Revelation 22:2). Chocolate, of course. And now, Ms. Joycies biscuits!
But the point of this is, I think I have also figured out what made her biscuits so awesome.
I know it's a cliché that the special ingredient in this, that, or the other thing is love. Hear me out.
The Song of Solomon speaks of the joys of the marriage bed, where a man and a woman bring a dedication, a desire, a love into the relationship.
Proverbs 31 also speaks of the love a godly woman brings to her home and all who live there or visit there. Each verse from v. 10 through v.31 speaks of this love in all its various aspects.
Love seems almost to emanate from the pores of such a woman. So that when she makes biscuits, for example, this love passes from her fingertips and into the texture and substance of the dough.
Uh, pass me a biscuit, will ya?