Saturday, February 24, 2018

A Christmas Home

Dear Christmas Mothers,

This morning, as I was praying, I could see Mother in a little Christmas cabin in the woods. I could see her candle in the window as I went up to her house and she invited me in. Oh, I was not a guest, just a silent Christmas Mother.

It was early morning and she was busy getting out her cooking supplies and laying them out on her old wooden cabinet. In her mind, she was planning for what to have for lunch, as she had planned to bake Christmas cookies this morning and she wanted lunch fixed and out of the way. She had decided on homemade chicken soup with vegetables and herbs. She wanted to have her soup simmering on the stove all morning as she baked her holiday fare. She got out her flour, and white sugar and brown, and her shortening and butter. She got out her walnuts from her jar in the pantry and her colored sugar that she had made and dried the night before. She looks for her raisins and cinnamon and nutmeg and ginger, and she puts all of her treasures neatly on her cabinet next to her cooking bowl and large stirring spoon.

Mother is happy and busy with her hands. She reads her picture on the wall. Busy Hands Make Happy Hearts. The children were still sleeping. But Mother was lively as she had prayed and read the word, got her apron on, and now was about her Father’s business. Her table was cleared off and, sitting by her lighted lantern, was her Bible laid open to a favorite scripture. Her bread of life. And Mother sang quietly as she went about her work. “Oh, the crimson blood that washes white as snow.”

Her heart is full of Joy and singing. Not because she has no problems but because her burdens are laid upon Jesus. And He gives her JOY. She casts down the flesh and every evil thought that wants to exalt itself above the knowledge of God. She has given her dreams and imaginations to the Lord. And she yields her hands to righteousness. And now she is free to be about her Father’s business. It’s Christmas and she is determined to be a joyful mother.

Soon the children are awake and come in the kitchen longing for Mother’s touch. She scoops them up in her arms and sits them in her lap, and she presses her face against sweet warm cheeks. The fragrance of a child fresh out of bed in the morning is like a spark and smell of heaven. A feeling of deep peace mixed with the scents of home.

Papa is sleeping as he worked the night before. Peace and safety reigns in Mother’s Kingdom. All is well and all is good and things are moving as they should. Mother is at peace because Jesus is first in her heart. She builds her home upon the rock and all is well.

Psalms 113:9 He maketh the barren woman to keep house and to be a joyful mother of children.

Love and prayers,

About Happy Housewifery

Happy Housewifery teaches wives and mothers how to make Godly homes and encourages them to love their husbands and children in trying and difficult circumstances.

Learn more »
Help & Support

Connie's Virtuous Sisters group is intended to draw in the hidden woman that is hurting and full of sorrow.

More Information »
Get in touch

If you have questions or concerns and would like to reach Connie, you can send her an email using our contact form.

Online contact form »