“In the last analysis, home happiness depends on the wife. Her spirit gives the home its atmosphere. Her hands fashion its beauty. Her heart makes its love. And the end is so worthy, so noble, so divine, that no woman who has been called to be a wife, and has listened to the call, should consider any price too great to pay, to be the light, the joy, the blessing, the inspiration of a home.”
I remember a day one winter that stands out like a boulder in my life. The weather was unusually cold; our salary had not been regularly paid and it did not meet our needs when it was.
My husband was away much of the time, traveling from one district to another. Our boys were well, but my little Ruth was ailing and at best none of us were decently clothed. I patched and re -patched, with spirits sinking to the lowest ebb. The water gave out in the well and the wind blew through the cracks in the floor.
The people in the parish were kind, and generous too, but the settlement was new and each family was struggling for itself. Little by little, at the time I needed it most, my faith began to waver.
Early in life I was taught to take God at His word, and I thought my lesson was well learned. I had lived upon the promises in dark times until I knew, as David did, who was my Fortress and my Deliverer. Now a daily prayer for forgiveness was all that I could offer.
My husband’s overcoat was hardly thick enough for October, and he was often obliged to ride miles to attend some meeting or funeral. Christmas was coming; the children always expected their presents. I remember the ice was thick and smooth and the boys were each craving a pair of skates. Ruth, in some unaccountable way, had taken a fancy that the dolls I had made were no longer suitable; she wanted a nice large one, and insisted on praying for it.
I knew it was impossible, but, oh! how I wanted to give each child his present. It seemed as if God had deserted us. But I did not tell my husband all this. He worked so earnestly and heartily, I supposed him to be as hopeful as ever. I kept the sitting room cheerful with an open fire, and I tried to serve our scanty meals as invitingly as I could.
That morning before Christmas, James was called to see a sick man. I put up a piece of bread for his lunch–it was the best I could do–wrapped my plaid shawl around his neck and then tried to whisper a promise as I often had, but the words died away upon my lips. I let him go without it. That was a dark, hopeless day. I coaxed the children to bed early, for I could not bear their talk. When Ruth went, I listened for her prayer. She asked for the last time most explicitly for her doll and for skates for her brothers. Her bright face looked so lovely when she whispered to me, “You know I think they’ll be here early tomorrow morning, Mama” that I thought I could move Heaven and earth to save her from disappointment. I sat down alone and gave way to the most bitter tears.
Before long James returned, chilled and exhausted. He drew off his boots. The thin stockings clipped off with them and his feet were red with cold. “I wouldn’t treat a dog that way; let alone a faithful servant,” I said. Then as I glanced up and saw the hard lines in his face and the look of despair, it flashed across me that James had let go too.
I brought him a cup of tea, feeling sick and dizzy at the very thought. He took my hand and we sat for an hour without a word. I wanted to die and meet God and tell Him His promise wasn’t true–my soul was so full of rebellious despair.
There came a sound of bells, a quick step and a loud knock at the door. James sprang to open it. There stood Deacon White. “A box came by express just before dark. I brought it around as soon as I could get away. Reckoned it might be for Christmas. ‘At any rate’ I said, ‘they shall have it tonight.’ Here is a turkey my wife asked me to fetch along and these other things I believe belong to you.”
There were a basket of potatoes, and a bag of flour. Talking all the time, he hurried in the box and then with a hearty good night, he rode away.
Still without speaking, James found a chisel and opened the box. He drew out first a thick red blanket and we saw that beneath it, the box was full of clothing. It seemed at that moment as if Christ fastened upon me a look of reproach. James sat down and covered his face with his hands. “I can’t touch them,” he explained. “I haven’t been true, just when God was trying me to see if I could hold out. Do you think I could not see how you were suffering? And I had no word of comfort to offer. I know now how to preach the awfulness of turning away from God.”
“James,” I said, clinging to him, “don’t take it to heart like this. I am to blame. I ought to have helped you. We will ask Him together to forgive us.” We poured out words of praise–Bible words, for nothing else could express our thanksgiving. It was eleven o’ clock; the fire was low and there was the great box with nothing touched but the warm blanket we needed. We piled on some fresh logs, lighted two candles and began to examine our treasures.
We drew out an overcoat. I made James try it on–just the right size–and I danced around him, for all my lightheartedness had returned. There was a cloak and he insisted on seeing me in it. My spirits always infected him and we both laughed like foolish children.
There was a warm suit of clothes also and three pairs of woolen hose. There were a dress for me and yards of flannel, a pair of arctic overshoes for each of us and in mine a slip of paper. I have it now and mean to hand it down to my children. It was Jacob’s blessing to Asher: “Thy shoes shall be iron and brass; and as thy days so shall thy strength be.”
In the gloves, evidently for James, the same dear hand had written: “I the Lord thy God will hold thy right hand, saying unto thee, Fear not; I will help thee.” It was a wonderful box and packed with thoughtful care. There were a suit of clothes for each of the boys and a little red gown for Ruth. There were mittens, scarf, and hood, and down in the center–a box. We opened it and there was a great wax doll!! I burst into tears again and James wept with me for joy. It was too much! And then we both exclaimed again, for close behind it came two pairs of skates. There were books for us to read–some of them I had wished to see–stories for the children to read, aprons and underclothing, knots of ribbon, a gay little tidy, a lovely photograph, needles, buttons, and thread, a muff, and an envelope containing a ten dollar gold piece.
At last we cried over everything we took up. It was past midnight and we were faint and exhausted even with happiness. I made a cup of tea, cut a fresh loaf of bread and James boiled some eggs. We drew up the table before the fire. How we enjoyed our supper! And then we sat talking over our life and how sure a help God always proved.
You should have seen the children the next morning! The boys raised a shout at the sight of their skates–Ruth caught up her doll and hugged it tightly without a word; then she went into her room and knelt by her bed. When she came back she whispered to me, “I knew it would be here Mama, but I wanted to thank God just the same, you know.”
“Look here, Wife, see the difference!” We went to the window and there were the boys out of the house already and skating on the crust with all their might. My husband and I both tried to return thanks to the church in the East that sent us the box–and have tried to return thanks unto God every day since.
Hard times have come again and again, but we have trusted in Him–dreading nothing so much as a doubt of His protecting care. “They that seek the Lord shall not want any good thing.”
Reprinted by permission from Lizzie at A Dusty Frame. She typed it up from a very old book, The Sword Book of Treasures by Dr. John R. Rice, published in 1946 gem.
Advent is a personal thing.
Perhaps you attend a denomination that celebrates with certain liturgical rituals. That’s great. Rituals bring meaning and reverence to our worship. Perhaps your church doesn’t celebrate Advent. Perhaps you’ve never even heard of Advent.
Advent is simply a way to focus our thoughts and our hearts on Jesus and the celebration of His birth, death, resurrection, and His offer of salvation to us. It’s a time of reflection and heart searching. It is a personal, holy thing. What you do isn’t as important as what you do in your heart.
We light candles on an Advent wreath each night in December, read our Advent Book, pray, and on good nights, sing a carol. Do we do it every night? No. We miss a few, but that’s okay. We just pick up the next night and keep going.
I encourage you to focus on Jesus as the excitement of Christmas continues to mount.
Christmas Blessings from Harvest Lane Cottage,
It’s been quite awhile since I’ve written on this blog. I’ve been posting regularly over at Harvest Lane Cottage. I posted last here about giving love lavishly. Much has happened since then. My husband took a position in another city and comes home only on weekends. It seems harder than ever now that we are so far apart. Nevertheless, we are persevering and looking forward to the time when our family can be reunited again.
This isn’t the first time we’ve been apart. In fact, being apart began while we were in our dating days. We grew up in Topeka, Kansas. I met Lowell my last year of high school. After I graduated, I went to school in Oklahoma. Lowell was still in Topeka. Our love grew through letters, occasional trips home, and lots of late night phone calls. That was back when it was cheaper to call after 11:00 p.m. I know…ancient history! I ended up returning to Topeka after one semester because I was too love sick to concentrate on my studies!
Later, after we were married, Lowell had to work out of town for sales jobs. We both hated it; but, it couldn’t be helped. He missed much of our first two children’s babyhoods. When he found I was expecting the third baby, he decided that he would change positions. It was great to have him home when we had the last two babies.
Now, he’s on the road again. We have been separated for three months now. We had hoped to be able to move by now; but, there’s no date in sight. Right now there are some obstacles that we don’t know how to overcome. If you are reading this, and you are a Believer in Jesus Christ, I ask that you pray for us. We want God’s will. We are just weary in waiting for clear directions from Him.
I thank God that I know that I can trust my husband. I know he will be faithful to me, to our vows and to our children. He knows the same about me. That is very comforting. He’s a good Godly man. I thank God for him.
Have a wonderful week and hug your husband!
Happy at Home
You know, sometimes we just don’t feel like praising God. The drain’s clogged, your kid has poison ivy, a black snake is eating your chickens’ eggs, what you plant doesn’t grow, the kids track dirt or whatever in, the car won’t start, the air conditioner is broken, it can be any number of things. There’s always going to be something, isn’t there? It’s just one thing after another. Ever wonder why?
We truly have had a rough time for the last few years. BUT GOD has brought us through every single trial. In fact, He has shown himself so faithful, I just don’t get as upset or angry or worried as I used to. I know that most of the things I worry about are out of my control. They are totally in God’s control. He WILL take care of the problems one way or another. My job is to pray and let Him be in control.
So we pray, we give it all back to him to carry, and we praise the Lord even when we don’t feel like it through Jesus!
It all began in Genesis.
Of course, it did! I was just going to read a chapter or two ahead of our Pastor who was and is teaching in Genesis. Then, I thought, maybe just a few more chapters. The next thing I knew, I wanted to read more and more. I even read through the Books of the Law and all the books right up to my current chapter, 2 Chronicles 9. Periodically, as I was reading, I came across a word that I didn’t understand. It was concubine. I kind of got the gist of what it was and didn’t have a dictionary handy; so, I would just read on. Well, today, I looked at the on-line version of Webster’s 1828 Dictionary.
Here’s the definition as copied from the on-line version at www.1828-dictionary.com:
n. [L., to lie together, to lie down.]
Wow, I thought it was some old testament thing that didn’t happen anymore. I have known many concubines! I wonder what they would say if they knew that they fit the definition? If they were called by the title concubine? Think of how common it has become for men and women to live together, to cohabitate before marriage. In some circles, it’s even approved and encouraged. God forbid! In fact, God has forbidden it!
In the beginning, there was Adam. God saw that it was not good that he be alone. God made one woman to be his wife, Eve. Eve and no others! That’s God’s perfect plan.
Many women have fallen into the trap of living together or doing other things prior to marriage that ought not to be done. Perhaps they realize that they have sinned and are perhaps still sinning. It’s not too late! God is a god of forgiveness. That forgiveness and new beginning comes through shedding of blood. Jesus Christ, God’s one and only Son, shed his blood on a cross to pay for our sins.
Jesus Christ shed his blood so that we can approach God as righteous. That happens when we repent of our sins. We are truly sorry and promise not to do it again. We also have to trust in Jesus as our Savior.
1 John 1:9 states, “If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.”
My friend, perhaps you have fallen into this type of sin at some point in your life. You can be cleansed. You can be forgiven. You can. Do it now. Then, trust it to be under the Blood of Jesus and go and sin no more.
Just something to think about….
Don’t be afraid. What can happen? So what if you get caught? Do you think anyone will be shocked? Maybe. But you know, I’m sure He shocked quite a lot of folks Himself.
A couple of nights ago, I was walking through Wal-Mart with my friend Ellen. We saw a friend and stopped to talk. She was rather unsettled because she’d just learned that her husband was going on a business trip out of the country the next morning. Very short notice. We talked and encouraged. Then, right there in front of God and everyone, I did it! I prayed! No one panicked. God heard and my friend was blessed and encouraged.
A little while later, we were passing the electronics department. I overheard a lady telling her co-worker that her foot was really hurting. I walked on by; then, I stopped. It was clear that she needed prayer. Was I going to obey God and pray with her? The Holy Spirit gave me the boldness to turn around and ask her, “May I pray with you?” She eagerly said yes and told me the problem. I prayed with her right then and there aloud. Faith comes by hearing and hearing by the word of God. Faith also comes by hearing someone pray for you in in faith. I hope that faith was imparted to this lady as well as healing power from God through Jesus Christ.
If we don’t start doing things like this now, how will we have the courage to do them when things get tougher for Christians?
Just Something to Think About…
Israel had been going their own way for awhile. The Philistines had captured the Ark of the Covenant and had recently returned it to the Israelites. Interesting story there…boils sores and misery, read about it in I Samuel 5 and 6. Seems no one wanted to keep it because it brought trouble to the Philistines no matter which town it went to. The Philistines sent it back and it was kept at Abinadab’s house and his son Eleazar was consecrated to guard the Ark.
Fast forward to chapter 7. Twenty years later, the people of Israel mourned and sought after the Lord. That is when Samuel sacrificed and sought the Lord for the people.
“And Samuel said to the whole house of Israel, ‘If you are returning to the Lord with all your hearts, then rid yourselves of the foreign gods and the Ashtoreths and commit yourselves to the LORD and serve him only, and he will deliver you out of the hand of the Philistines.'”
Samuel did, they did, and the Lord did. Of course, not much later, the Israelites were falling away from the Lord’s will again. Much like you and me.
What struck me about this story, as I read it this morning, was it’s application to us, His people today. I found myself asking myself if I truly am seeking God with my whole heart. Am I committed to the Lord and serving Him only? Sadly, I can think of times even today when I not only was acting in the flesh but justifying myself as well. It’s that old pointing the finger thing that started with Adam and Eve. Does it justify my sinful feelings and thoughts? No. Alas, I’m not judged by how someone else is treating me but by how I respond. Today, the verdict is guilty.
Thankfully, I’ve got someone else who served my sentence before I even committed the sin, before I was born. His name is Jesus, the Christ, the Messiah that Jewish people looked forward to for so many years. Because of Jesus, I now have a new verdict– not guilty. He took my guilt and was crucified and resurrected. He paid the price for me. I only need look to Him and faith and believe. I need to return and commit, repeatedly if need be.
“If we claim to be without sin, we deceive ourselves and the truth is not in us. If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness. If we claim we have not sinned, we make Him out to be a liar and His word has no place in our lives.” 1 John 1:8-10
I think I need to spend a bit of time in prayer now. What about you?
Thankful for the Sacrifice that Changed my Verdict