Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Womanhood: A High And Holy Calling

 Lately I have been bothered by the fact that I haven't been feeling well. Haven't been able to put my thoughts together enough, to keep the house clean.

 Then a thought came yesterday... What is real homemaking? 

 If a house is perfectly clean; not a thing out of place, we think we've achieved the goal of housekeeping. 
 But I've been to many houses that are perfectly spotless, but there is no peace there. And it's just not home. 
 I've also been to houses that are definitely "lived in"; not very clean, or neat. But, there is a peace there.  And it's home. 

 As homemakers our duty is not to keep the house spotless. Tho' I must admit, that is desirable.  Rather it is to have peace in the home. 
 A house is not a home without peace.  
 It has always bothered me to hear men talking about how much women nag, and gripe. How they will never submit to their husbands; or obey him in anything. 

 I've always thought that was rather a crass way of talking about women.  But often it is most despairingly true. 

 Why is that? Why don't we, as women, as ladies, be supportive of the men in our lives? 

 We as ladies, and as daughters of The King, are to be submissive, and supportive of the men.  Meek, and gentle.  Not trying to be "tough like the guys", or seeking to have our own way always. 

 The role of a woman is to support the men in their walk with the King.  

 The highest calling in our lives is to be a helpmeet to the men.  To be there for them, to help them when it's needed.  Not being pushy, and trying to work our way to the forefront. 

 The saying goes "Behind every good man is a good woman"

 A good woman supports the men in their efforts, as they follow the Lord. 
 A good woman doesn't nag. She encourages.
 A good woman doesn't tell the man what he needs to do. She prays for him, then helps when needed. 

 We don't need to be married to do this either.  Most girls have brothers, and all girls have fathers. ;)  
 We can practice being submissive to, and supportive of them, so our homes may be peaceful now.   And when we should go on, and have our own homes there will be peace and harmony. 

 We won't suddenly know what to do once we're married.  Once we're married doesn't mean we automatically grow up, and are ready for anything that comes with a marriage.   We need to learn now. Practice now.  

 If we as ladies, and daughters of The King were to behave in this manner, we would have peaceful homes.  Now, and forever. 

 So really, being a homemaker is not just keeping the house clean... that's too low of a goal. We should not stoop to such a low position.   Rather homemaking is a high, and holy calling. 

 If we know Christ, we will have peace.  If we have peace, our homes will be peaceful.  If our homes are peaceful we can better influence others for Christ. 

 "The hand that rocks the cradle, is the hand that rules the world."  Don't stoop to something so debasing as a career. 

 Having a peaceful home, raising Godly children, and supporting our men is indeed the highest earthly calling. 

 But we cannot be peaceful if we don't know Christ intimately.  This should be our first priority.  Forget the dishes. Forget the vacuuming. Forget the laundry for the time being, and get to know your Saviour. That is the biggest step to having a peaceful home. And a loving family. 

 The order of command in the modern "home" has been that of the women at the head, and the men below them, humiliated, and disgruntled.  Which leaves the children in confusion, and ultimately rebellion.  This should never be.

 The order of command should always be; Christ at the head, the father receives the commands of Christ, and passes them on to the mother and children. 
 The mother is to be there in support of the father, and in service to him and to Christ.  To raise up the children in the way they ought to go. 
 The sons are to be in training for their future homes, and families. To be Godly young men, and future patriarchs. 
 The daughters are to be in submission to their God given authority: their father.  And to be supportive of their fathers and brothers as they endeavor to be Godly men.  And to be a help to their brothers as they learn to be leaders. In preparation for being wives and mothers. 

 So, our "to do list" should never start with "make breakfast" or "do laundry", it should always start with "get to know my Father better today" "be a better Daughter today".   If we know our Father, all else will fall into place. 

 A Christian Home
O give us homes built firm upon the Savior,
Where Christ is Head and Counselor and Guide;
Where ev'ry child is taught His love and favor;
And gives his heart to Christ, the crucified:
How sweet to know that tho' his footsteps waver,
His faithful Lord is walking by his side!

O give us homes with godly fathers, mothers,
Who always place their hope and trust in Him;
Whose tender patience turmoil never bothers,
Whose calm and courage trouble cannot dim;
A home where each finds joy in serving others,
And love still shines, tho days be dark and grim.

O give us homes where Christ is Lord and Master,
The Bible read, the precious hymns still sung;
Where pray'r comes first in peace or in disaster,
And praise is natural speech to ev'ry tongue;
Where mountains move before a faith that's vaster,
And Christ sufficient is for old and young.

O Lord, our God, our homes are Thine forever!
We trust to Thee their problems, toil, and care;
Their bonds of love no enemy can sever,
If Thou art always Lord and Master there:
Be Thou the center of our least endeavor
Be Thou our Guest, our hearts and homes to share. 

Lyrics: Barbara B. Hart, 1916
Tune: (Finlandia) Jean Sibelius, 1865-1957 

 In the service of my Father

Thursday, August 2, 2012

True Rest

So tired... But what is true rest?  Is not Christ everything? 

Psalms 46:1-5
God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.
Therefore will not we fear, though the earth be removed, and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea;
Though the waters thereof roar and be troubled, though the mountains shake with the swelling thereof. Selah.
There is a river, the streams whereof shall make glad the city of God, the holy place of the tabernacles of the most High.
God is in the midst of her; she shall not be moved: God shall help her, and that right early.

 Why should I fear? God has it all in His hand... and I can rest in that. 

Verses 10 and 11Be still, and know that I am God: I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth.
The LORD of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our refuge. Selah.

 Be still... I think God is bringing me to the point where I have to... there's nothing left that I can do. 
 For the first time in weeks, I'm able to rest in Him today. :) 

 God is so good! :D

 In the service of my Father

Trust Him... Then Rest

Learning to trust, and rest in God. 
It's very hard. 
My thoughts have been such a jumble lately...
Nothing makes sense. My head is always hurting.  

I wish I could forget. I wish this was all over.... 
I've often heard of how wonderful the "hereafter" will be.  Now my heart is aching to see it for myself.  
Away from the pain, and the confusion...
Away from the worry, and the heartache...
How do you serve Christ while your heart dies within you? 
How can one go on living when their heart has died?  

When dreams are shattered, what's left to life? 
I want so bad to cry. But "such is not my sorrow to be shown"  
God has other plans....
What are they? How can I find out what they are, and learn more of Him? 
When will I learn that Christ is all I need?
I need nothing more. Shame to me for wanting more....
There is nothing more than God. How could I think otherwise?  
Is not the Creator God all sufficient?
Was He not for others before?
Where do I get off thinking He's not enough for me? 
Have not others gone through far greater trials than this?  

Why is it I pray daily that God would find me faithful to Him in all things, and yet I doubt Him? 
I pray for more, greater trials, because God is in them.
Yet when they come I dare to ask to be spared from them.  
Oh! that it could be said of me as if was of William Wallace that ~ "in seeking to wipe the tears from the eyes of others, he minded not the drops of blood distilling from his own heart." 
Oh that I could be selfless.
That God could make me useful, and find me faithful. No matter the trial, no matter the hardship.
Oh that I could lay aside my dreams for the greater cause of gaining the cross, and a heavenly crown!  

That I could "count all as dross, and take up my given cross." because "I've counted the cost" 
Part of me is wanting to quit everything....
Leave it all go...
Pull inside myself, and try to forget...

Try to forget I ever had a dream... forget that it seemed so close to being realized....

And live a normal life; yet be sheltered from all the troubles, and cares of this world. 
Yet the greater part of me is crying out to God for more trials, more pain, more heartache if need be.

If only He would make me like Him.

If only He could use me to be a help and a comfort for others...  

If only I can bring hope to someone else.... 

 "Let sorrow do it's work. Send grief and pain.
  Sweet are Thy messengers, sweet their refrain,
  When they can sing with me 'More love oh Christ to Thee,
  More love to Thee. More love to Thee'" 
If God could just use me...  
I want to be willing clay in the potters hands. 

"Have Thine own way Lord. Have Thine own way
  Thou art the potter, I am the clay
  Mold me, and make me after Thy will,
  While I am waiting, yielded and still." 

Oh that I could "be still, and know that He is God" 
Oh, that I would no longer be restive under His restraining hand. 

"May the Lord find us faithful,
 May His Word be our banner held high.
 May the Lord find us faithful,
 Ev'ry day tho' we live, tho' we die."

Only God can soothe the hurt...

Only God can heal the broken heart...

Only God can raise from the ashes...

Only God can fix...

Only God can heal...

Only God can give the strength to endure, and continue on...

Only God... Only God...  God is the only reason for life. He is the only one worth living for... no one else... no one else.....

It will be worth it all some day... it all will be worth it...

It Will Be Worth It All

Sometimes the day seems long,
Our trials hard to bear.
We´re tempted to complain,
To murmur and despair.
But Christ will soon appear
To catch his bride away!
All tears forever over
In God’s eternal day!

It will be worth it all
When we see Jesus!
Life’s trials will seem so small
When we see Christ.
One glimpse of his dear face,
All sorrow will erase.
So, bravely run the race
Till we see Christ.

At times the sky seems dark,
With not a ray of light;
We’re tossed and driven on,
No human help in sight.
But there is One in heaven,
Who knows our deepest care;
Let Jesus solve your problems,
Just go to him in prayer.

Life’s day will soon be o’re,
All storms forever past;
We’ll cross the great divide
To Glory, safe at last!
We’ll share the joys of heaven:
A harp, a home, a crown;
The tempter will be banished,
We’ll lay our burdens down.

Rejoice In The Lord

God never moves without purpose or plan
When trying His servant and molding a man.
Give thanks to the LORD though your testing seems long;
In darkness He giveth a song.

I could not see through the shadows ahead;
So I looked at the cross of my Savior instead.
I bowed to the will of the Master that day;
Then peace came and tears fled away.

Now I can see testing comes from above;
God strengthens His children and purges in love.
My Father knows best, and I trust in His care;
Through purging more fruit I will bear.

O Rejoice in the LORD
He makes no mistake,
He knoweth the end of each path that I take,
For when I am tried
And purified,
I shall come forth as gold.

Be Still My Soul
Be still, my soul; the Lord is on thy side;
Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain;
Leave to thy God to order and provide;
In every change He faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul; thy best, thy heavenly, Friend
Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.

Be still, my soul; thy God doth undertake
To guide the future as He has the past.
Thy hope, thy confidence, let nothing shake;
All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul; the waves and winds still know
His voice who ruled them while He dwelt below.

Be still, my soul, though dearest friends depart
And all is darkened in the vale of tears;
Then shalt thou better know His love, His heart,
Who comes to soothe thy sorrows and thy fears.
Be still, my soul; thy Jesus can repay
From His own fulness all He takes away.

Be still, my soul; the hour is hastening on
When we shall be forever with the Lord,
When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot, love's purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul; when change and tears are past,
All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.

He Washed My Eyes With Tears

He washed my eyes with tears that I might see, 
The broken heart I had was good for me; 
He tore it all apart and looked inside, 
He found it full of fear and foolish pride. 
He swept away the things that made me blind 
And then I saw the clouds were silver lined; 
And now I understand 'twas best for me 
He washed my eyes with tears that I might see. 
He washed my eyes with tears that I might see 
The glory of Himself revealed to me; 
I did not know that He had wounded hands 
I saw the blood He spilt upon the sands. 
I saw the marks of shame and wept and cried; 
He was my substitute for me He died; 
And now I'm glad He came so tenderly
And washed my eyes with tears that I might see.

"Then peace came, and tears fled away" 

 Posted on Google+ July 25th 2012

 In the service of my Father

True Independence

Ah! Independence Day!  
How many of us think of today as a day to get together with friends, blow off fireworks, and make fun memories? 
 But, is that really what today is about?  Where did we get the Freedom to blow off fireworks?

 Where did we get the Freedom to be our own Country, and go where we want, when we want? 

 It all started 236 years ago, with a small group of men pledging their "Lives, fortunes, and sacred Honor" 

 Does anyone have a clue what kind of sacrifice those men made, for the freedoms we have today? 

 Paul Harvey did a speech on "Our lives, fortunes, and sacred Honor", and he gives a run down of what happened to those men after they signed the Declaration. 

 Many of them died paupers.
 Many were killed.
 One even commanded they should fire upon his own house, because the British were in it.
 Many of them lost their families.

 Those men gave their all for this Country, and to gain us the freedoms we enjoy. 

 Why do we celebrate today as "The 4th of July" and "fireworks" when today is the day we gained our Independence.
 Today is the day those men put their lives on the line to make these United States great. 

 It's hard for me to celebrate today.

 I look around and see my country throwing away the freedoms those men fought and died for. 
 We're a country of ignorant, wasteful people who only seem to care about partying, and drunken revelries.

 What has become of this once great Nation? Why have we despised the sacrifice that was made for us? 
 Why, when those men didn't care for themselves. And fought and died, that we, their children, could have the freedoms they wanted? Why do we ignore their noble deeds, and waste the great gift they gave us, in partying, and drunkenness? 

 This was once a great Nation.

 Who of us would be willing to make the like sacrifices for it, and make it once more, the Greatest Nation on earth? 

 Who of us will pledge "our lives, our fortunes and our sacred honor"?  Who of us would be willing to fight and die for this country, and give our all for the land we all pretend to love? 
Why on earth do we stop at the first verse? The rest of them are amazing!

Star Spangled Banner
O say can you see, by the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hail’d at the twilight’s last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight
O’er the ramparts we watch’d were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there,
O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream,
’Tis the star-spangled banner - O long may it wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore,
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion
A home and a Country should leave us no more?
Their blood has wash’d out their foul footstep’s pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave,
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

O thus be it ever when freemen shall stand
Between their lov’d home and the war’s desolation!
Blest with vict’ry and peace may the heav’n rescued land
Praise the power that hath made and preserv’d us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto - “In God is our trust,” 
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

Posted on Google+ July 4th 2012

 In the service of my Father