Godly Homemaking wisdom for a peaceful and joyous home life. . ..
"Faint not; the miles to heaven are but few and short." -Samuel Rutherford
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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
I was cheerful most of the day. But trials and sorrows came out of nowhere. I did my best to remain happy through it all. My outlook was good. I was brave. But one too many things happened, and I could not say with Luther, "Strike, Lord, Strike; and spare not!" I was too weary. And I was crying.
Night came. Matthew (17) had his coat on. He flashed a charming smile and said we were going out. "I will buy you presents," He told me.
We all got into the car. Matthew was the driver (he has his permit). The children sat in the backseat. I sat in the passenger seat.
We stopped at the first store. He bought me a ginger ale (my favorite)!
We stopped at the second store. He bought me a box of Andes creme mint-cookies. I was delighted!
Sometimes we just need a few minutes of refreshment to help us keep going. Sometimes, a little kindness is all it takes.