Sharon Holloway Facebook ad: “Which Woman of the Bible Are You?”

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I Spent 30 Years Trying to Be a Proverbs 31 Woman. Waking Up at 5am. Serving Everyone. Never Complaining. Last Year I Collapsed in My Kitchen and Finally Understood What That Verse Actually Means. I was 19 when I first heard a sermon on Proverbs 31. The virtuous woman. The wife of noble character. The one who rises while it is still night. The one whose husband praises her. The one whose children call her blessed. I remember sitting in that pew thinking: "That's who I want to be." And I spent the next 30 years killing myself trying to become her. *** I woke up before my family every single morning. 5am. Sometimes 4:30. Quiet time with God. Prayer journal. Bible reading. Then breakfast. Lunches packed. Kids dressed. House tidied. Husband's shirt ironed. I worked a full-time job and still had dinner on the table by 6:30. I volunteered at church. Served on three committees. Sang in the choir. Led a women's Bible study on Tuesday nights. I was the one people called when they needed something. A meal for a sick neighbor? I'll handle it. Someone to watch the kids last minute? I'm available. A listening ear at 11pm? Of course, sis. What's wrong? *** And every single night, before I fell into bed exhausted, I'd think: "Am I doing enough?" "Am I virtuous enough?" "Am I HER yet?" The answer was always no. Because no matter how much I did, there was always more. More to give. More to serve. More to sacrifice. The Proverbs 31 woman made her own clothes. She bought fields. She worked with eager hands. She never ate the bread of idleness. I ate leftovers standing up at the kitchen counter because I didn't have time to sit down. And somehow, I still felt like I was failing. *** Last April, I collapsed. Not dramatically. Not in public. I was standing at the stove making breakfast. Same thing I'd done ten thousand times. And suddenly my legs just... gave out. I grabbed the counter. Slid down to the floor. Sat there on the cold tile with my back against the cabinets. And I couldn't get up. Not because I was hurt. Because I was empty. *** I sat on that kitchen floor for 45 minutes. My family was still asleep. The eggs burned. I didn't care. I just sat there. Crying. Not even knowing why. And this thought came into my head. Not a voice. Just a thought. "You've been trying to be every woman in the Bible. Instead of the one I made YOU to be." I didn't know what it meant. But something about it cracked me open. *** I called my doctor that week. Then a therapist. Burnout. Adrenal fatigue. Anxiety I'd been ignoring for years. My body had been screaming at me. I just couldn't hear it over all the serving. The therapist asked me a question that wrecked me. "Have you ever considered that you've been trying to grow spiritually in a way that wasn't designed for you?" I opened my mouth to answer. Nothing came out. Because I'd never even considered the question. *** A few weeks later, I was having coffee with my friend Sandra from church. I told her about the kitchen floor. The burnout. The feeling that I'd been running someone else's race for 30 years. She got quiet. Then she said: "I felt that way too. Until I took this quiz." She pulled out her phone and showed me. Which Woman of the Bible are you? Discover your spiritual archetype. I almost laughed. A quiz? Really? But Sandra wasn't the quiz type. She was serious. Grounded. If something had helped her... "Just try it," she said. "Three minutes. What do you have to lose?" *** That night, after everyone was asleep, I took it. A few questions about how I connect with God. When I feel closest to Him. How I naturally serve. What drains me and what fills me up. I clicked "See my results." And I stared at the screen for a long time. "You're a Hannah." *** Not a Martha. Not the woman I'd been trying to be for 30 years. A Hannah. The persistent pray-er. The one who poured out her soul in silence. The one who waited. The one whose strength was in her surrender, not her striving. I read the description and tears started falling. Because it explained everything. Why I'd been burning out — I was forcing myself into Martha's rhythm when I was built for Hannah's. Why my quiet prayers always felt more real than my public service. Why leading that Tuesday Bible study drained me so completely, even though everyone said I was "so good at it." I wasn't bad at being a godly woman. I was just trying to be the wrong one. *** But the quiz didn't just tell me who I was. It gave me a plan. A spiritual growth plan designed for MY archetype. Not another generic devotional. Not another checklist. A pathway built for how God actually made me. And the next morning, I tried something different. I didn't set my alarm for 5am. I woke up when I woke up. Sat in the chair by the window with my coffee. And instead of rushing through a reading plan, I just... sat there. No agenda. No checklist. Just me and God. The way Hannah did. Twenty minutes passed. I didn't read a single verse. And for the first time in years, I felt Him. *** I kept following the plan. It showed me which practices would actually help me grow — and which ones I'd been forcing because I thought I "should." I stepped down from two committees. Not out of laziness. Out of finally understanding where my service actually bore fruit. I stopped leading the Tuesday study. Started joining a smaller group instead — one where I could listen more than teach. I learned to pray the way Hannah prayed. Pouring out. Waiting. Not performing for anyone. For the first time in 30 years, my spiritual life didn't feel like a race I was losing. It felt like coming home. *** The biggest shift wasn't external though. It was internal. I stopped waking up every morning wondering if I was going to be "enough" that day. Because enough isn't something I have to earn. It's something I already am. I stopped measuring myself against the Proverbs 31 checklist. Because that was never the point. The point was: she's clothed in strength and dignity. She's settled. She laughs at the days to come. She knows who she is. That's the goal. Not the grind. *** Something else happened that I didn't expect. People started noticing. Not the plan. Me. "You seem different lately." "There's something lighter about you." "What changed?" I used to think being a godly woman meant running yourself into the ground for everyone else. Now I know better. God didn't make every woman to be a Martha. Some of us are Hannahs — whose strength is in persistent, private prayer. Some of us are Ruths — whose loyalty runs deeper than words. Some of us are Esthers — called to courage when the moment demands it. Some of us are Deborahs — built to lead when others won't. And He doesn't want us all following the same path. He wants us growing into who He already made us to be. *** If you've been wearing yourself out trying to be every woman in the Bible... If you've been following spiritual growth plans that weren't designed for you... If Proverbs 31 felt like a standard you could never meet instead of a freedom you could step into... Maybe it's time to discover who God actually created YOU to be. The quiz takes 3 minutes. You'll discover your spiritual archetype — which Woman of the Bible shares your soul. And you'll get a growth plan built for YOUR unique design. Not someone else's path. Yours. *** Last Sunday, a woman at church stopped me in the parking lot. She looked exhausted. The way I used to look. "How do you seem so... peaceful?" she asked. I smiled. "I stopped trying to be someone I'm not." I told her about the quiz. The archetype. The plan that finally fit. "I need that," she said. "Not another Bible study. The TRUTH about who I am." I smiled. "That's exactly where it starts." *** Which Woman of the Bible are you? Take the quiz. Discover your archetype. Get your personalized growth plan. Not her path. Yours. Link below.

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