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"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 came home from an errand yesterday afternoon to find one of my son's watching devastation at the Boston Marathon on CNN news. We just sat there, in shock.
I watched the news off and on, for the rest of the day. I checked the doors to make sure they were still locked. I wanted to drive for hours to see my grown daughters and hug them, and just comfort them and thank God that they were okay, even though we are not in Massachusetts right now. But I talked to them on the phone and they were okay. I wanted everyone safe. I wanted everyone home. I prayed. We all prayed.
Then I had to do my housework. I had to do the dishes and make supper. I had to feed the family. Then I went back to the television. As more news unfolded and more details were given, I realized that some of the victims of the bombing were being cared for in the very hospital where I gave birth to one of my children. That was my city where this happened. One of my grown girls, just a few weeks before, had spent several days in Boston on a visit. I told her, through my fear, not to go there anymore.
We are shaken by this. We are stunned by the cruelty of this horrific act.
This morning, I will watch more of the news, but I will still take care of my home and my family. I must make every effort to make our home like a light house for my family; a place of refuge from the world. All I can do right now, is take my worries to the Lord, while I continue to cook and clean and read my Bible and pray. I can do what is before me and care for those that are here. And trust that God will take care of the rest.