A story many of us can ably attest praising for the ones, the women in our lives not the ideal, the unattainable lady of Proverbs, no nothing so lofty do we find; but then we are no match to such as she. No, we are talking of the real women, the loving partners the special ladies, who share the joys, the sorrows, the day to day with us, beside us in the trials of life that challenge us to be better than our nature, to walk closer to thee Lord who do give us greater standing by their efforts by their good works, because it is true, the world does see the good in us best, when they see the good in them A man of faith with a wife in the congregation, active in her walk, in her faith, good helpmate and wise mother is a joy in the family, does give her husband ample grounds for pride, for joy in the afterglow the fruits of her labor, and standing in the gate How lucky I am for such a fate, for such a soul to share my days, my life bound to hers Happy am I to call her wife, to hear her words of love to me, echoed back instinctively, urgently so she knows how I feel, how much I love her so even if she falls short of that unattainable ideal because she is so much more than that to me