These words have presided on a bookshelf, watching over all three of our girls in their cots as they dreamt, cried, played and grew. It's been my constant prayer from the moment I knew I was carrying them. However, one which, if I'm honest, I have not been as diligent at praying recently over them… or myself.
Actually, The Heather Translation over the last few weeks would more likely have read; "She is clothed in impatience and sarcasm, she cries over her pinot gris at the days to come" (THT).
Ever so slightly less aspirational…
Strength, resilience, capability, endurance, boldness accessorised with dignity, honour, respect and self-worth. Who — male or female, young or old, fashion-conscious or otherwise — wouldn't want to be dressed from head to toe by such a Designer?
If, like me, you've come to realise you've all too often been settling for drab trends, passé blah or bland mediocrity; I challenge you today to go to the bold, power suit, and glorious majesty of that self-assured little black dress hanging in your wardrobe arsenal. The kind of strength and dignity that can only come from knowing who you are, and whose you are.
