A virtuous woman is a crown to her husband.
Fifteen years ago today, I was crowned. I took my oath of office and began my reign over the Van Voorst household.
A good and godly wife adorns her head the way a crown adorns the king. The value of a crown can be tested against a standard. The weight and amount of gold and the type and size of the jewels have objective value individually and respective of each other. The crown, then, is worth something to the smelters of a foreign land. But the crown collectively considered is worth more than the mere elements from which it is assembled to those for whom it signifies their king. A wife, in similar fashion, can be valued objectively for her beauty or talents. These have their value in the open market, but when collectively considered as a wife, they cannot be tested until they are placed upon a husband's head.
The test of a wife is not her components collectively considered, but her character in her calling, the one which can only be accounted for after the vows, but not before. All that to say, you don't know what kind of crown you are getting until you put it on any more than the crown knows what kind of head she will adorn until it has to bear her up.
For fifteen years I have worn a crown more precious than I deserve. I have been given honor and respect beyond my respectability as a result of my crown. They say that the head is heavy that wears the crown and they are not always wrong. The gravity of glory and the regalia of regency are weighty matters, not to be taken too lightly. But that being said, the head is not heavy for the weight of the crown, but for the responsibility of supporting it. It is not weighty for the burden of the blessing, but for the blessing of bearing it.
Happy is the head that wears this crown.
On an aside, this morning Callista asked, "What is an anniversary?" to which Paige replied, "It's like a birthday for our wedding." Amen. Happy Birthday Team Van Voorst. Here's to many more!
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