I have lived long enough to see the world change — and not for the better. Something sacred has been lost in this generation. The world has redefined what it means to be a woman, and in doing so, it has wounded families, weakened men, and confused the hearts of young girls.
Everywhere I look, the picture of womanhood that God painted has been torn apart and redrawn in the image of rebellion. The world teaches women to chase independence at any cost, to trade virtue for visibility, and to measure worth by appearance and applause. It mocks purity and humility as weakness, while praising arrogance, sensuality, and self-promotion as strength.
What God designed to be life-giving, gentle, and pure has been twisted into something loud, proud, and hollow. The enemy is clever — he doesn’t destroy by force, he deceives by imitation. He takes what God made beautiful and whispers, “You can do better your own way.” It was the same lie he told Eve in the garden. And just as then, that lie still leads to ruin.
I’ve seen what happens when homes lose their foundation — when women and men stop walking in the order and grace God designed. The world falls apart one family at a time. But I’ve also seen the strength of a woman who fears the Lord — and I’ve been blessed to live beside one.
My wife has been my greatest earthly gift. She has never needed to raise her voice to make her strength known. Her prayers have covered me when I was weary, her faith steadied me when I lost my footing, and her quiet spirit has often spoken louder than any sermon. She has not tried to control me but has helped me become the man God called me to be. When I have failed, she prayed instead of nagged; when I doubted, she believed for both of us. That, my children, is the power of a godly woman.
The Scripture says, “A wise woman builds her house, but a foolish one tears it down with her own hands.” (Proverbs 14:1). I have watched my wife build — day by day, prayer by prayer, sacrifice by sacrifice. She has been the heartbeat of our home. Her beauty was never in outward adornment, but in the strength of her faith. And because she feared the Lord, she never had to fear the future.
To the young women who will come after us — especially to my granddaughters — the world will try to tell you that this kind of woman no longer exists. It will say that submission is weakness, that purity is outdated, and that motherhood limits your worth. Do not believe it. Those are the lies that destroy what God has called sacred.
A woman who fears the Lord is not a slave — she is free. She is not powerless — she holds the kind of power that shapes destinies. Her strength is not in defiance, but in devotion. She does not follow the world’s trends; she follows the Word of God. And because of that, her life bears fruit that will outlast generations.
The world may never celebrate her, but heaven will know her name.
So stand firm. Do not let the world steal what God has given you. Be prayerful, gentle, and strong. Be a woman who walks with God and builds her home with faith and love. For the woman who fears the Lord does not follow the world — she transforms it.