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The Calling

Dear Mothers,

This writing I am about to get into certainly won’t be for all you ladies. But if the shoe fits wear it.

In the past few days I have poured my heart out to the Lord and written much on paper. I just had to get alone and write and let the Lord figure me out. Now to try to explain it to you. Well, you know I write to the stay at home mom. I am just warning you.

Home making, we think that is something ya do when ya get to it? No, it is a powerful weapon.

There is an evil spirit out there waiting on us. It is the Jezebel spirit — feminism.

Like many of you I get all nice and meek and quiet. Then one of the teenagers does something and I go right out of my place as keeper at home. I get mad at them and then at Jim and then at God. I go from one of my six kids to the next and, if one does something wrong, I shadow the evil over every one of them. God says to me, “Connie, look at your own self. Are you in God? Are the scriptures on keepers at home over the top of you? Are you obeying God?”

Sometimes our enemies are those of our own households? The devil knows he can use them because we love them … they are our heart’s desire. I am nothing if my kids don’t turn out right … right? Well, dear heart, God isn’t done with them yet. They are just half baked.

But God spoke to me a lot lately about “Connie, what is in your heart?” The Lord showed me that, of course, the battle is in the mind. We allow ourselves to go from the virtuous woman to the Jezebel. It’s because we don’t realize the power of the virtuous woman.

THE TRICK ISN’T TO RECEIVE THE MEEK AND QUIET SPIRIT. IT’S TO HANG ONTO IT!

If I could write that sentence in bright red, I would.

The virtuous woman is the most powerful woman in the world. She is a woman who has received her calling and she protects her calling with all she has within her. She is like Mary who received a holy seed and, for the rest of her life, she protects it. This has to be our calling, to protect the virtuous woman within us. Because God has a holy calling for us. And the woman who can hold and not abort her seed will produce miracles in His name.

Mary held her seed and protected it. What would have happened if she had folded in the face of the persecution? She was a holy virgin and yet she was so lied about and called a whore.

We are persecuted, too. I am sure some think I am a terrible mother. And yet, all I have ever done is to train my children for God and suffer for them. But I must look at my own heart. Satan wants us to give in and up. But we must hold our sacred seed of truth within our hearts. As we are holy, our children will be holy. But if we give up, they will, too. And Satan will have them.

How do we maintain the meek and quiet spirit within us? By staging an all out war against the enemy Jezebel. So far, we have picked at her a little. Some of you have even invited her into your house. Well, she isn’t your friend, Darlin’. She is eating you alive.

We are safe only one place as married mothers at home … under the scriptures of Keepers at Home. We think we can play with the scriptures because the feminists are dancing naked in the streets. But they have no place in us. They are not the example to be bounced off of. They have no place in us.

We are as Marys and have been called of God. To protect a holy seed.

Love,
Connie

It Takes Guts

Dear Mothers,

Ya know what? If I was to tell you the most important thing I wanted from the Lord? It wouldn’t be faith or more patience or visions. Although I could use more of all of the above. No. The thing I would ask for — have been asking for a lot lately — is courage.

I wrote this evening some pretty bad stuff on paper. “My life is over, Lord. I am alone, Lord. My children are grown.”

The Lord spoke, “Connie, build a home in a barren land. You did it once before … remember?”

And, yes, many years ago I did just that. I was alone in an apartment, pregnant, on welfare. My only son was six years old. I laid there in bed, afraid to even get up and face another day. Jim and I were separated. I didn’t know where he was at all … hadn’t known for some time. I had said, “Lord, my life is over.” I was so afraid.

But the Lord spoke to me, “I will heal your marriage. Jim will be home soon and you will buy a house.” A house — HA! — on 150 bucks a month from a welfare check?

Jim did come home and I told him I wanted to buy a house. We went on foot looking for one, and here I am seven months pregnant. No car, so we walked. We found a house and paid 150 bucks down on it and 135 a month for a house payment. This included taxes and insurance. Now, that was cheap, even for 1973. We moved mostly on foot. I carried heavy boxes for about ten blocks one way. We did get back together and our marriage was to be healed in 1979.

Well, we had a house and Papa said I was a pioneer woman. I had to be to live in that house alone while I waited for Papa to get straightened out. I certainly made a home in the wilderness. This house was coming undone at the seams. Of course, God’s miracles kept me and the children.

I am reminded of all of this as I stand here alone tonight. Papa is at work and Mary is staying all night at a friend’s house.

I remember when we first moved into this house … Jim and I separated as soon as we were moved in … older relatives came over and here I am still pregnant. “Well, you aren’t staying here, are you?”

The house was in bad shape. Later I had our baby alone in the hospital a few days before Christmas. I brought her home and the furnace gave out. I sat by the floor register trying to keep my baby warm and waiting for the gas company to come and fix the furnace. I think of that now. “Oh, Lord, I must have had courage then.”

I remained in this house with the children. I hung on to it. And six years later, Jim was healed and we remodeled the house. I stayed here alone for six years waiting for Jim, and the house went up in price double. So, just staying here, I made twelve thousand dollars. Now we have lived here for 27 years and the house is worth sixty thousand dollars, and it’s paid for. Papa ended up paying for the biggest share of the house.

But the Lord gave me enough courage to make a home in the wilderness. And now I guess I gotta do that again.

Thank the Lord I have my precious husband. He has made up to me many times over for all that I suffered. And I have forgiven him and we are happy. But I am alone without children … alone in a barren land.

But the Lord has spoken to my heart, “Connie, all it takes is guts.” And ya know, I know it takes guts and a pioneer spirit. You got to just get up and go and face the thing head on. We must count the cost and pack our gear and leave the valley of fear and hit the solid ground of courage. I need to gird my loins with strength and get a little moxie.

Well, moxie? It’s faith … but it’s a little bit more worldly than faith. It’s the meek and quiet spirit trimmed in bull dog tenaciousness. It’s a quiet “No” when someone is expecting you to cry. But you ain’t gonna cry … and they soon figure that out. It’s smiling when all hell breaks loose. Moxie — what a word. It’s not a religious word. But it means you are a woman hard to handle.

When I was a single mom with three children, alone in a house of my own? That was falling down around me? Well, if I hadn’t had moxie, I wouldn’t be alive to tell you about it. Moxie … it’s faith … it’s being stout hearted.

I have always said that I use my faith but, if I am low on it, I B.S. my way the rest of the way. In other words, Moxie will go by faith when things get tough. And if the faith isn’t working, they are going anyway, one way or the other. I guess it’s just setting your heart on the word of God. You are going to go with God, whether you feel like it or not, with or without the feeling of faith.

Moxie will go ahead and walk out the faith when fear is raging and all hell is breaking loose. Religion will stop as soon as the fear erupts.

Courage with moxie faith … Yes … I pray the Lord will give us that. And, for us who are building a home in the desert without much to go on … Please, Jesus, give us courage.

Love,
Connie

 
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