Sorry feminism, I DESIRE a TRAD WIFE LIFE

By thechristiantechnerd on May 5, 2025

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.