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
I don't like to drive. Many mothers in the old days didn't know how to drive. Even in the 1950's, there were housewives who didn't even want to learn. They had too much to do at home.
In this modern day, driving for the homemaker, has become a necessity. Even though I would rather have everything I do be home-based, I have to drive all the time. I have to accept this as a "season" in my life that will someday slow down. For the most part, however, I am at home and love it here.
Yesterday, I spent the day at our Estate (our house), with Mr. White. He was doing yard-work. I walked around with him during his breaks. We enjoy the property and want it to look nice. We often walk the gardens, and check on our plants. The strawberries are the only ones doing well.
Later, I made homemade beef stew with biscuits for the family. I cleaned, did laundry, hung towels on the line, and did some tidying. I was tired. We had one of the grandbabies here. The house was full and happy. We even visited a little with Nana and Grandpa (who live in a small apartment in our large 3 story house.)
By early evening, it was time for an errand. I took John (15) with me. He has his permit. He would love to learn to drive, but I am having trouble getting the motivation to teach him. I keep trying to put it off. I tell him, "we will get you into classes sometime soon. " I am too nervous and anxious when I get in the car. It would be too much to have to teach.
John and I went to a convenience store. He wanted a movie. As I was pulling into a parking spot, I heard a crash. (shudder). John was shocked . . . It was only a small, short crash, but it startled us both. . . Everyone in the parking lot looked over at me. . . I smiled . . .
"Well, go see if there is any damage." I told my son, wearily.
He walked in front of the car, on his way to a redbox machine. He looked down at the front and laughed to himself, then walked on. He is entertained by my mistake. I am sure he will go home and tell the family and they will all laugh. I am happy to be the source of their entertainment today. Still, I have no idea what happened.
He tells me that I hit a small pole at the curb. I never saw one. (He is happy that I won't be the one teaching him to drive.)
Later, at home, I got out of the car, vowing never to drive again and wishing someone would take away my driver's license. I saw that the only damage was to our front license plate. It was all twisted up and partially mangled.
I walked slowly into the house. . . I had to tell Mr. White.
Thankfully, he was understanding. He fixed the license plate. But he didn't say what I hoped he would say. I wanted him to tell me that I never had to drive again, that everything would be okay. He only said, "Be more careful next time," and went about his day.
I am realizing that if I don't want to drive, I have to start saying "no" to many things. I have to plan out my week better. I have the power and the will to stay home more and to do less. I want to be more like the housewives of yesteryear who spent far more time at home than many of us do. Yet, I know I still must venture out. This is a daily battle for many homemakers of today. And this little car accident is a shocking reminder of my need to stay home much more than I do.
"I learned more about Christianity from my mother than from all the theologians in England." - John Wesley
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