Pencil in His Hand: A Mother's Journal of Stories, Thoughts, and Poems.

  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 ...

  Blessings A privilege to make the tea; I get to make some bread. A blessing to stand at my sink: my loved ones have been fed A happiness to dust and clean; I get to make the bed. A blessing to walk with my Lord: I could be lost instead. *** Copyright: pencil in His Hand *** With love, hugs, and prayers. ❤️🤗🙏

  Three Poems For Homemakers There's something  about the  pottering, the dusting, the sweeping, arranging, cooking, baking,  decorating, That's so normal, so good: sharply juxtaposed against the backdrop  of a crazy world. here, I pray, I clean, I sing. Even though things are crazy in my own life, Calm settles with the dust motes and joy stirs in my cup *** This little home of mine, I'm going to help it shine: I'll try to keep it clean and neat, and offer callers food and seat The children I will teach and show the way to One Who loves them so And hopefully, the air will ring with joyful praise as voices sing I hope to give true hope and cheer to all who come through love and prayer O Lord, please help it shine so bright A homely lighthouse in the night. *** My list of chores  just grows and grows, along comes stress a well known foe The messes mount, the wash pile grows, now children fight and all peace goes It's time to slow right down I know, to rest, t...