I have a tattoo of “Eshet Chayil” in Hebrew on my arm. I got it as a reminder of what to live up to, but also in honor of and #RememberingRHE. I work in an Emergency Department. The other night an elderly Jewish woman was a patient.
She and her family were speaking Hebrew amongst themselves and with their Rabbi while they waited. Once she was admitted, I took her back to her room. She saw my tattoo and said, “Eshet Chayil”.
This was the first time I’d heard the phrase spoken aloud. I’ve seen it written in it’s various forms, but never spoken. She asked me if I knew what Eshet Chayil meant, and why it was important to me.
I told her of one of my favorite authors, who had done a deep dive into the term, but also how #RHE lived it. I told her about how she had passed away, and this was somewhat of a memorial, but also a reminder to me of how to live life.
“A woman of valor who can find?,” she said, then “she (RHE) was an Eshet Chayil. You found one. You are one.” She called me Eshet Chayil the rest of the night. I got ready eyed every time.
I miss Rachel Held Evans. I never met her, but I’m still discovering how profound of an affect she had on me. In missing and honoring her, the mantle has passed to the rest of us to be Eshet Chayil. Imagine a world where we as women lived up to being Women of Valor. Eshet Chayil.
A world where no one had to say, “a woman of valor who can find?” They’d merely have to look to us and see. I want that world. Help each other make that world.
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