Tag: Trad Wife

Why Marriage and Motherhood Should Come First

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Maybe I’m not married yet. Maybe I’m not even sure what my future holds. But I know one thing: the desire to build a family and raise children in the love of Christ is something that won’t fade. I believe it’s a calling that will be worth the wait.

Let me start from the beginning……

Today has been one of those reflective days where I can’t seem to stop thinking about everything that lies ahead. I’ve just recently graduated from college, and after years of working toward this moment, I’m left with a strange mix of excitement and uncertainty. My friends and I are all stepping into different paths, some going into careers they’ve been dreaming about for years, others planning further studies, and some, like me, still figuring it out.

But here’s the thing I can’t shake: what if the life I’m supposed to build isn’t what the world says it should be?

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been told that success equals a career. I’ve been told that if I’m not climbing the ladder of success, then I’m missing out. The college professors, the guest speakers, even some of my friends — they all spoke of ambition, of dreams, of doing what we’re “meant to do” in the workplace. It was all about chasing those promotions, earning those accolades, and proving our worth through titles.

But deep down, I’ve always felt something different stirring inside me. I’ve often wondered, Isn’t there more to life than this?

I want to be clear here: I’m not opposed to women working, having careers, or pursuing their passions. I think that’s beautiful. But I also wonder — and maybe it’s a bit of a radical thought in today’s world — what if the most important, fulfilling, and impactful choice I could make as a woman is choosing marriage and children over a career?

I’m not married yet. I’m not even dating anyone seriously. But I think about marriage often. I think about what kind of wife I would be, and what kind of mother I might become. I see the way my friends’ parents’ marriages reflect Christ’s love for the church, and I can’t help but wonder: Wouldn’t I want that too? To build a family that honors God, to raise children who know His love and His Word — isn’t that the highest calling for a woman? More than climbing the corporate ladder or seeking fame?

I think of Proverbs 31, which my mom would always read to me as a child. That woman, she’s not only skilled in business but is also a mother and a wife who creates a home that is a sanctuary of love and wisdom. I always thought that was the ideal — a woman who embraces her role in the family with grace and strength, finding fulfillment not in worldly success but in the legacy she leaves behind.

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Proverbs 31:27-28 says:

“She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her.”

I read those verses and wonder, Is this what I want my life to look like? To be honored not because I became a CEO, but because I became a mother who poured into the hearts and souls of my children?

I can’t help but think about my own childhood. My mom stayed at home with us. She made our house a haven of peace, where faith was not just taught but lived out every day. She wasn’t perfect, but her dedication to our family left a mark on me that no career could ever compare to. Her job was hard — raising children is hard — but I saw her joy, her purpose. And I remember how safe I felt with her. Her presence was a gift that I can’t quite put into words.

I want that too. To be present. To be the one who is there for every scraped knee, every meltdown, every joy, and every tear. I want to be the one to mold my children’s hearts, to shape them into the kind of people who will love Jesus with all their hearts. I want to be the one to teach them how to pray, how to love others, how to serve the world with grace.

It’s not that I’m against having a career. I’ve worked hard, and I do have dreams and ambitions. But something has been stirring in my heart: What if my most important contribution to the world isn’t in a boardroom but in the walls of my own home? What if the highest calling for me as a woman is to raise children who will change the world for Christ?

Titus 2:4-5 says:

“Then they can urge the younger women to love their husbands and children, to be self-controlled and pure, to be busy at home, to be kind, and to be subject to their husbands, so that no one will malign the word of God.”

I think of this scripture, and I feel a deep conviction. There’s a kind of beauty in the quiet work of home-making and motherhood — in creating a space where your children can thrive, learn, and grow. The world may not see it, but God does. And isn’t that what matters most?

I don’t have all the answers, but I do know this: Raising children is a holy calling. And as much as the world tells me I need to chase after my career, I can’t help but feel that perhaps the greatest contribution I can make is choosing to build a family — to invest in the next generation of believers who will carry the torch of the faith long after I’m gone.

So tonight, as I close this blog post, I pray:


“Lord, thank You for the gifts You’ve given me — my health, my education, my opportunities. Help me to hear Your calling, even if it’s different from what the world expects. Give me wisdom in the decisions I make. If it’s Your will, guide me to a husband who will walk beside me in faith. And when the time comes, give me the grace to be the kind of mother You have called me to be. Amen.”

Sorry feminism, I DESIRE a TRAD WIFE LIFE

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Today, I felt the longing more than ever….

It hit me again while folding laundry — that quiet ache in my chest, that soft whisper in my soul: I want to be a TRAD wife. I want to pour my heart into my home, serve my family, and build something holy within these walls. I know the term raises eyebrows these days — “trad wife,” short for “traditional wife.” People think it means submitting blindly or surrendering autonomy. But to me, it’s not about chains. It’s about freedom — the freedom to choose a life of devotion, love, and service.

I want to be a woman who honors God by honoring her home. A wife who supports her husband with gentleness and strength. A mother who nurtures her children with tenderness and discipline. A homemaker who sees the daily, ordinary things — like baking bread or wiping down counters — as sacred work.

There’s something holy about order and peace. And even though the world screams for independence, ambition, and hustle, I keep feeling pulled toward stillness, toward simplicity, toward the quiet beauty of a well-tended life.

I think of Proverbs 31 — the woman who “looks well to the ways of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness.” (Proverbs 31:27). She is not weak. She is wise and industrious, rising early, managing her home, providing for her family. She is trusted by her husband, honored by her children, and praised at the gates. She is clothed in strength and dignity.

That’s the kind of wife I want to be.

I know it’s not fashionable to say this out loud. Feminism taught us to seek power and prestige in the workplace, and I’m not knocking that. Some women are called to that space — and I believe God works there too. But for me, I feel this strong, aching call to come home. To build a life centered around family, not career. To serve rather than compete. To cherish rather than conquer.

And no, I don’t want to lose my voice or identity. I want to offer them, freely, to the people I love most.

Sometimes I question myself. I worry I’m being naive. That I’ll regret not climbing ladders or chasing titles. But then I remember: titles don’t tuck you in at night. Promotions don’t hold your hand when you’re sick. Prestige won’t pray over your children. Love does that.

I think about Sarah in Genesis — how she called Abraham “lord,” not because she saw herself as less than him, but because she respected and honored the role he played. 1 Peter 3:5-6 says, “For this is how the holy women who hoped in God used to adorn themselves, by submitting to their own husbands… and you are her children, if you do good and do not fear anything that is frightening.”

That part — do not fear anything that is frightening — really speaks to me. Because this path I’m choosing? It’s scary. It’s countercultural. And sometimes it feels lonely.

But God keeps reminding me: I see you. I designed this desire. It is not foolish. It is faithful.

My heart burns for a quiet, holy home — filled with laughter, prayer, warm meals, and peaceful routines. I want my life to be an offering. I want my marriage to be a testimony. I want to model for my children what love looks like in action, not just in words.

And so, I surrender this dream to the Lord again tonight — not in weakness, but in faith.

Heavenly Father,

Thank You for the stirrings of my heart, for the dreams You’ve planted deep within me. I trust that You’ve made me this way for a reason — with a longing to serve, to build, to nurture, to love.

Lord, the world says I need to be powerful, loud, and self-sufficient. But You say I am already precious in Your sight. You say that humility is strength, that service is greatness, that love never fails.

Help me not to fear the judgment of others or the rejection of culture. Help me to walk boldly in the calling You’ve placed on my life — to be a wife who honors her husband, a mother who shepherds her children, and a woman who builds her home with wisdom and grace.

Let my hands do the work of peace. Let my words be soft and strong. Let my heart be anchored in You, so that I am not swayed by the world’s noise.

Teach me, Lord, to be like the Proverbs 31 woman — diligent, kind, joyful, and brave.

Make my home a sanctuary. Make my marriage a reflection of Your love. Make me a TRAD-wife not in name only, but in spirit, in truth, and in love.

In Jesus’ name,
Amen.

Sometimes I think being a traditional wife is…

Sometimes I think being a traditional wife is less about roles and more about rhythm. It’s about dancing to the quiet beat of God’s design, even when the world plays a different tune. It’s not passive — it’s active surrender. It’s not blind — it’s deeply intentional. It’s not about being behind a man — it’s about walking with him, rooted in the roles God gave us both.

And I know I’m not alone. More and more, I see women waking up to the beauty of tradition — not out of obligation, but out of desire. We want to reclaim the value of the home. We want to raise children in truth. We want to support our husbands with love, not competition. And we want to be women who radiate peace in a world that is burning with restlessness.

That’s who I want to be.

A TRAD wife. A woman after God’s heart. A keeper of the home. A bringer of peace. A builder of legacy.

So I’ll keep praying, keep preparing, and keep walking toward the life God is shaping for me. Step by step. Day by day.

And if I ever forget who I am or why I’m choosing this path, I’ll return to His Word — my compass, my comfort, my clarity.

“She opens her mouth with wisdom, and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue.” (Proverbs 31:26)

Let it be true of me, Lord.