Godly Homemaking wisdom for a peaceful and joyous home life. . ..
"Faint not; the miles to heaven are but few and short." -Samuel Rutherford
Cleaning Your Home
Thrift - Home Economy
Stories for the Homemaker
Early Morning Revival Challenge
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Teaching Home Economics
"The Good Wife"
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"Dear Kitchen Saints"
Letters from an Iowa Housewife (Includes an Incredible Marriage Testimony as seen in "Above Rubies" Magazine!)
From "On The Banks of Plum Creek"
"After Laura and Mary had washed and wiped the dishes, swept the floor, made their bed, and dusted, they settled down with their books. But the house was so cozy and pretty that Laura kept looking up at it."
- Laura Ingalls Wilder
Human Frailty of the Godly Soul
"The life of Luther might suffice to give a thousand instances, and he was by no means of the weaker sort. His great spirit was often in the seventh heaven of exultation, and as frequently on the borders of despair. His very deathbed was not free from tempests, and he sobbed himself into his last sleep like a greatly wearied child."
"As for her, like most women, she had but one ambition. To be a good wife and a good mother, and to be beloved by her husband and children, was all she asked. [She was] a busy, affectionate, cheerful little housewife, whose voice would never be heard in the streets, but whose memory would always live in a few faithful hearts."
- Elizabeth Prentiss, 1800's.
A married woman who stays home. This is a lifelong vocation. It is an old-fashioned term, and something to be proud of. Not a "domestic engineer." Not a "home manager." An old fashioned housewife, who keeps the home, and abides there. - Mrs. White
My mothers arms would hold us tight.
She whispered Lord keep them tonight,
and so did we sleep sound and safe,
it must have been my mother's faith.
Morning would call the sun to rise
and open sweetly slumbering eyes.
She prayed Lord keep them on their way.
He held us in my mother's faith.
My mothers faith was wrapped about us,
like the softest down in winter,
And when the raging wind had found us
as in her arms we ever stayed.
At even time does for the field
reluctant moon and stars revealed
she thanked him well as thru the day.
As certain as my mothers faith.
My mothers faith would move a mountain
and was deep as any ocean,
but to keep safe those gathered round her
this was the greatest gift she gave.
When summer turned and we had grown,
her passing called us woeful home.
I kissed her then as there she lay
and now i know my mothers faith.
And so does she sleep sound and safe
it must have been my mothers faith.
I am the mother of five home-schooled children, ages 16 and up, and a Grandmother of 2. . .
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I have been married for a quarter of a century. . . . .
I am a writer, reviewer, who loves classic fashion, hand-sewing, reading, housekeeping, and cleaning. . . . . . . .
We live in an 1800's house in rural Vermont.