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"The wise woman builds her house, But the foolish pulls it down with her hands."- Proverbs 14:1


I can't help but think of Bob the Builder when I see, hear or say the word build. It's my little guys. Whenever we drive past a construction crew or a guy on a bulldozer they shout out, "Look mom! That guy's a Bob the Builder!" I usually respond with, "Yeah, they're building like Bob the Builder aren't they. Jesus is a builder you know! He was a builder like that when He walked on the earth and He's still building. He's building a new heaven and a new earth for us."


That usually spawns all kinds of conversation, "When's Jesus gonna be done building it mom?... I want to be a builder mom!... When I grow up I'm gonna drive a big machine like that mom!..."


And I always think of me when we have this little conversation about being a builder. Why? Because of Proverbs 14:1, "A wise woman builds..."


As I was thinking about what it means for me to be a builder the other day several stories from scripture came to mind: Nehemiah who set out to rebuild the broken walls of Jerusalem. David and Solomon who set out to build a house for the name of the LORD. Ruth who the elders of the land prayed would build Boaz's house like Rachel and Leah built up Israel. Each of these were builders and they bring to mind this passage in Isaiah 58:12, "Those from among you shall build the old waste places; you shall raise up the foundations of many generations; and you shall be called the Repairer of the Breach, The Restorer of Streets to Dwell In."
Truly those from among the Lord will be builders and in some way He will move in them to do a repairing and restoring work here on the earth. He moves still even in wives to raise up the foundations of generations.


But how do we do this work of faith as builders in our everyday lives? This has been my question to the Lord as I have sought His face and opened up His word. And next week I'll explore what it means to be a builder as a wife.


What are your thoughts? How can you live out your calling to be a builder?

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  1. love this!! It's so true.. and ironically we were watching bob the builder this morning!

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  2. I like how you show that you are in the process of "building" your children... way to go!! I loved your post today. Thanks for sharing.

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  3. I absolutely LOVE this verse...it does remind me to build a legacy of faith into my boys every day and that it is INTENTIONAL not accidental!!

    I found you through Kimberly's blog and I will definately be back!! I look forward to what the Lord will teach us through you about building into our families!

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  4. How to be a builder?

    "Those from among you shall build the old waste places..."

    For some reason, I had a picture of rebuilding old wasted things in my life, my childhood, my past. God intended my building (myself, my soul, my spirit) to be beautiful, but sometimes, through our fallen world, through various abuses we all endure through life, we have some old waste places.

    So I read this verse to be talking about restoration of our broken lives, for the benefit of our future generations.

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  5. Jennifer, I see it that way too!

    sheila

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  6. Jennifer, I see it that way too!

    sheila

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  7. wow....came over here via making home blog...read your heart about getting "some real relationships" and that drew me....

    you've GOT my MOMS heart on your blog...seems like we're standing on the same soap box - women building. . . .

    and...i'm in az too - the phoenix valley...i'm thinking we've emailed before? not sure?

    blessings on you! lylah

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