Godly Homemaking wisdom for a peaceful and joyous home life. . ..
"Faint not; the miles to heaven are but few and short." -Samuel Rutherford
Newest Book - "Mother's Hour"
~ Paperback, 128 pages ~
Cleaning Your Home
Thrift - Home Economy
Stories for the Homemaker
Stories and Ideas
"Old Fashioned Motherhood" by Mrs. White
Baby and Child Care Advice from a New England Housewife ~ ~Paperback, 62 pages~
"Living on His Income" by Mrs. White
~ Paperback, 64 pages ~
"Economy for the Christian Home" by Mrs. White
~ Paperback, 110 pages ~
The Prentiss Study
A Free Resource
"Mother's Book of Home Economics"
312 pages, paperback, by Mrs. White
"Early Morning Revival Challenge" by Mrs. White
* Best Seller * - 90 Day Bible Study [72 pages, paperback]
"For the Love of Christian Homemaking"
274 pages, paperback, by Mrs. White
"The Good Wife"
~ My Books ~
Teaching Home Economics
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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
The Housewife of old used to look forward to Sunday Morning. She would spend the morning in delightful anticipation of fellowship and Church services. This dear mother would get all dressed up in her best and help the family get ready. As she walked out that door, with Bible in hand, she would take one last look around and know that her work at home and had been done well. It was time to rest. It was time to be refreshed and take a break from the world and all its trials and labors.
I like to think of going to church each week as an example of the end of our lives. During the week, we housewives do all our work. We do laundry, wash floors, make meals, handle appointments, phone calls, shopping, bills, and heavy cleaning. This is our labor in the world. When that church day arrives, we take a much deserved rest. We have our reward.
To me, the end of my life will be like Mother's day. I will be sitting in a church pew with my dear husband beside me. All our grown children will have put aside their wanderings in the world and will be there with me. They will have the hearts of humble servants and everyone will be grateful to be there. The precious sermon will start. . . Yet there will be tears welling up in my eyes because all my children are with me. They made it! And it will be just like the way it was supposed to be all along.
"I learned more about Christianity from my mother than from all the theologians in England." - John Wesley
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