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Why Do We "Make A Home?"


Titus 2:3-5 ESV
[3] Older women likewise are to be reverent in behavior, not slanderers or slaves to much wine. They are to teach what is good, [4] and so train the young women to love their husbands and children, [5] to be self-controlled, pure, working at home, kind, and submissive to their own husbands, that the word of God may not be reviled. 

https://bible.com/bible/59/tit.2.3-5.ESV


Dearest Reader,

Why, I wonder, do we make a home, besides the obvious reasons? Is it to have fun with hobbies and decorating? To show off its beauty and tasteful decor? Or, perhaps, more nobly, to provide a space where learning and rest and relaxation can take place? 

Why do we homemakers dust and tidy, cook and bake, de-clutter and scrub? Why do we show up day after day to help, train, and feed? What importance does having an inviting home have?

Well, I should think that the most important reason is given to us here in Titus. When we as women take up our noble place and role, we prevent evil being spoken of God's Word.

Another wonderful aspect came to me this morning as I was chatting with my son J. Years ago, a young woman whom we were witnessing to in our home, made a comment which has stayed with me. She visited quite often, and seemed to enjoy being with us. She spoke about the atmosphere in our home as though it was different and special. And of course, what made it special, was the prescence of the Holy Spirit wooing her to Himself.

Now, that small home was far from fancy, but God had placed, a homemaker within its walls. Homemaking is in fact, a ministry, although often looked down upon or ignored. The work I did then and do now, does contribute to the Kingdom. (I'd like to add that husbands and children also take part in this ministry.)

Our husbands and children, and potentially many others are ministered to in the homely sanctuary which we create with God's constant help.

Happy homemaking!

***

Ps. I must give credit to Heidi of Heavenly Minded Home on You Tube. Some of her recent videos have been inspiring my writing. Here is a link to one such video: More encouragement for homemakers:

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