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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."
I used to read a story to my children when they were little. It was a Christmas story. There was this young destitute boy, walking on Christmas Eve trying to find shelter. He went to a rich home. He heard laughter and happiness. He saw lots of people in the windows, eating and very merry. A servant came to the door, took one look at him, and sent him away. "We don't need the likes of you here!"
Onto the next house. The boy thought the rich people would be kindly. He thought they would give him a little food and offer him a place beside the fire so he could rest and be warm. But house after house turned him away. This little "vagabond" would ruin their parties. He was not welcome.
The boy was just about to give up. Tears streamed down his face as he walked out of the city. He prayed and begged God for help. He stumbled onto an old shack with a small light in the window. He timidly knocked. An old women answered the door. She had a great heart of motherly compassion. She brought this poverty - stricken stranger into her home and set out to take care of him. He was placed near the warm hearth and given a blanket. The boy looked around at the sparsely furnished old room while he ate a warm bowl of soup. The woman was so kind to him. His weary soul was refreshed and grateful.
But something started to happen. Back in the rich houses, a cry came out. "There must be a fire over there!" They looked out the window down the street. There was a bright light coming from an old shack. The wealthy folks left their parties and headed towards the light. But it wasn't a fire. The light of holiness had shined down so bright because of the kindness of the old woman, and the joy in the heart of the poor boy. When the rich people saw this, and that it was the boy they had turned away, they repented of their callousness. They wanted what that boy and old woman had. They wanted the joy of godliness and love and something far more valuable than an abundance of gifts and parties.
This year, in many homes in America, many families will not have Christmas presents. Many will not have a tree or decorations or much food. The economy is so bad, that even if these families had a little extra cash available, they would be terrified to spend it on gifts, when that money may be needed to repair a car, pay a heating bill or make sure the family had enough basic food.
Many homes this year will look destitute from the outside, but inside the sweet and humble hearts will be filling their homes with love and gratefulness because they have each other, and a little warm soup to share. This year, we may very well see a bright light coming from many humble homes across the land on Christmas Eve, and those lights will not be from decorations.
I am the mother of five home-schooled children, ages 15 and up, and a Grandmother of 2. I have been married for almost a quarter of a century.
I am a writer, reviewer, who loves fashion, sewing,
reading, fitness and cleaning.
We live in an 1800's house in rural Vermont.