AM I my house's wife?

Am I the wife of the house or the wife of my beloved? Am I the child of God or the child of the world? The question begs the answer. My house is begging for much care and consideration. My children are begging for much attention. The most important person in my life goes lacking because I am a house's wife. We all know that old song "a chair is just a chair...". I shouldn't have to wait until we are on the rocks to sing that song in the pain of the corruption of my relationship. My life is vowed to a precious man of God and the concerns of his life are my own, that includes his home and his children, but not to the exclusion of the lord of the house whose wife I am. Help us, Lord Jesus!

Lesson 2 from "Mama," girls...

Is respect for one another and learning to use oneanother's gifts appropriately. You are attempting to be individual and capable by yourself, but while you are a group, know who does what well. Mama, was good at cyphering and therefore she kept the books for the family. Papa looked over and worked hard, but he deferred to Mama in this. This is good to know who does what better and let the one who does well, do it. This is not disrespect to Papa that he didn't keep the books. He was still leader, even though silent, in that sense.
Mama talks to the younger sister and says you are timid, you cannot allow your husband to also be timid it is not good that both be timid in a family. She makes boyfriend prove his love by speaking to uncle about the upcoming marriage. This is wisdom and the law of kindness in action. Her wise older loving nurture forces the couple to make decisions about the future which will impact the entire community. When women do not nuture those types of community relationships, the fabric of society is disintegrating.
What caused Rome to fall? What caused every society to fall? The means of communication between families unchecked and growing faster than the rate of parental supervision. When the cart is leading the horse, usually it means we are going into a ditch. Get out of the cart and push it, slowly, back up the hill. Do what you do well and let she who does well do that.

Looking at Irene Dunne, play mama...

in I Remember Mama, helps to orient me so much. The first scene in the movie, they use the word good, so many times. Financial goodness is impressed and taught. The special teamwork that it took for immigrant people to make it in America, during the Depression is so impressive. God's Word has alot to say about the wisdom and guidance and preservation that family can be in any season.
This season of financial leanness has come to us and we must study how our predecessors preserved and maintained in order to survive and we must do like wise.
Mama kept one thought in their mind, it is good and we don't have to go to the bank. In other words borrowing is our very last option.

God give us grace to be wise and thrifty and grow and survive these lean times.

Preservers of that which is good...

Adam gave Eve a solemn responsibility after the fall of man. Mother life, Eve, Mother all living. The beautiful woman that God had given to Adam had, now a new responsibility as his helper. Mother to his children and mother to all living? Could be, Could be. Whether or not, it was his intention to give her the keys to mother living, it has been woman's responsibility throughout history. If we look at our role in the light of God's purpose and our first father's intention for us, perhaps we can weave the "straw" of the inheritances which we have been passed. Not the money, necessarily, but the stories and recipes and lifestyles and hope and etc. into the gold of life. Martha Stewart, this is living is not the only living, but she does have that right. This is living. This is what God intended for us. To do justly to love mercy, to walk humbly with our God. To EVE, To Isha, To help and put to the proper use, all that God has given to us and ourselves also. Help us, Lord to live and to provoke one another to the proper use of ourselves, for Your glory.

The Foolish Woman...

Tears it(her house) down with her hands. You are in trouble, girls. I need for you to understand that there must be a commitment, from you to take confusion to task in your room.
I don't know what has happened to us. We must be those who consider and live in the light of the beauty of holiness or we are the foolish women.

That room is a monument to too much busyness. Now it is time to commit to the reorder of our sweet nest.

As I am writing to you the sparrow couple is considering our house for a possible nesting place. They are sitting with full belly of eggs on the outside planter and trying to figure out if they can get away with borrowing our nest and not having to put in the labor to build their own. They caught a glimpse of me and decided that it wasn't worth the risk of the possible population who might see their budding family. We have so much more sense than they. Take care of that precious blessing of the room which God has provided.

Time is so limited, my precious girls...

Teach us, O Lord to number our days, says Moses, impressed by the Holy Spirit.

It is the deadlines that we make and miss that teach us how to prioritize. Thank God that we are learning that there is a day of reckoning. So many stay up all night to find rest for their souls and will not find it, because the labor was not done through out life.

Do not be those who can find no rest throughout eternity, because your soul was last on your to do list. There will be no consolation in that day.


We have deadlines and we make them or we miss them. We are human. Learn from your mistake, forgive yourself and make the needed adjustments to your schedule and space to accomodate the adherance to your new determination.

This is not a life or death deadline, but it is a deadline which is and will cost you course or chart it for a long time to come. Look well to your ways and take these things into consideration.

The Baptism

The proper spending of griefs?

"O, what peace we often forfeit..."

Until you feel the delicate nature of your own soul in the midst of griefs, it is easy to take for granted the fact that there is so much peace that we forfeit not carrying the griefs to God in prayer.
This is the 20th birthday week of my first son who passed on, as a result of betastrep, spinal meningitis on Easter Sunday afternoon at about 1:30 or so, 21 days later.
People say, aren't you over that grief yet? I guess, I am. I am functional. I am growing. I am restored. I am a mother of many children. I am able to count my blessings, but, I am not able to forget. My minds eye sees every detail of the things that they had to do to my poor baby. From the time I woke that morning to the time that they told me that he was gone.
How do I spend my grief, is the question? I could just stay in my bed and cry and I think that there would be some catharsis in this. I trust God to bring me through this season. He knows that I can't carry this grief and he knows that it is all too heavy for me and He who spared not His own son knows, all too well that this is far too heavy a burden for any one person to bear. Grief of a child is. He is the provision for this. He is the peace.
I do understand why Solomon killed his brother, who used the grief of his constantly grieved Bathsheva to try to finagle Abishag out of him. Because everyone knows that a grieving mother is one of the most vulnerable people and easily crushed and the ultimate softee.
God has a judgement for those who have used the weakness of the grieving for their own sordid gain. There will be healing in heaven, I hear?

Beloved, Let us Love One Another

Love is of God, God is Love!

Love to my family, today means getting my to do list done...
Cleaning up the muddy mess. Cleaning up the bathroom and the dishes and the many sundry things that haven't gotten done. Getting them done!

How can I love my family, Lord? Get those things done that need doing!!!

Love, American Style, means making your to do list and then getting to it...

Bare Your Mighty Arm, Dear Lord!

Michelle Obama's arms were showing out and in the best of shape for the camera. Arms are the symbol of God's power. God has promised to take up for His people in their circumstances, that is not just a picture or a symbol.
We, as a family, as a country and as a world are in trouble, Lord. Come through for Your people, in these difficult days. Your people need a sense of Your strength coming through for us.
Take up for us, even when it is from ourselves.
This is 20 years of Marching first that I am celebrating from home. My heart keeps catapulting down and I need my precious Lord to pick me up from my falling down so that I can March.