A Clean Heart
“When I was little, if I talked disrespectfully to my parents, they would wash my mouth out with soap. It tasted awful! But one thing it didn’t do was wash away the attitude in my heart that caused sassy words to spew from my lips…..” Read the whole article here: http://networkedblogs.com/LbE3b
“A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts.”
― Washington Irving
“The family should be a closely knit group. The home should be a self-contained shelter of security; a kind of school where life’s basic lessons are taught; and a kind of church where God is honored; a place where wholesome recreation and simple pleasures are enjoyed.”~ Billy Graham
“There is no spectacle on earth more appealing than that of a beautiful woman in the act of cooking dinner for someone she loves.”
― Thomas Wolfe
“She was loud and rebellious, Her feet would not stay at home.” Proverbs 7: 11
I remember when I could not wait to leave home and become an “accomplished” business woman and have an office in New York City or somewhere…I knew what God had called me to be (a stay-at-home-daughter and keeper of my home, preparing to be a homemaker and future wife and mother), but I did NOT want to accept that. I..
Gardening With Children
Do the best to your ability. That phrase kind of puts a limitation on what you can do. What if doing the best to your ability isn’t enough? Can we push ourselves further? What if looking “good enough” or godly to others doesn’t cut it for you deep down? The question is are you giving it your all? Are you striving for your highest performance? Or are you just getting by by doing your best? I..
I Would Gather Children
Some would gather money
Along the path of life;
Some would gather roses,
And rest from worldly strife.
But I would gather children
From among the thorns of sin;
I would seek a golden curl,
And a freckled, toothless grin.
For money cannot enter
In that land of endless day;
And roses that are gathered
Soon will wilt along the way.
But, oh, the laughing children,
As I cross the sunset..
Four walls do not make a home.