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Archive for March, 2003

Homemaking

Well, Papa is delivering pizzas this afternoon. I have been writing and making lists for Spring.

I hope to get alot of sugar on sale and start stock piling that. I need a lot of sugar throughout the summer and into the fall for making pickles and jellys, jams, and apple and pumpkin butters. As soon as it is spring here, I will make rhubarb jam. It’s the first jam I make in the spring. In the fall, my bread and butter pickles take a lot of sugar, too. I also need to be buying a big jug of vinegar, both white and the apple cider vinegar.

Also this afternoon, along with writing lists of things to buy, I have been making things from the left overs of yesterday. I made chicken soup from the left over baked chicken, mashed potatoes and corn. I added a can of mixed vegetables and some noodles. Mary and I had that for lunch. Papa will have it for his supper.

Then I had about half a birthday cake left and this is what I did with it. It was from a chocolate cake mix and on top was a chocolate frosting with chocolate chips. I just took the leftover cake and all the frosting and chocolate chips and put it in a bowl with 3 eggs, about a half cup of sugar, and some milk to make it all gooshy. Then I put it in a greased cake pan and baked it. It was sure better the second time. My cousin Diane and her husband were just here. I served her husband some and he loved it. It was delicious, a lot better than the first time around. You make it like you would bread pudding, only you use leftover cake. This is called cake pudding and is very good. I don’t add as much liquid as I could to make it a pudding. I just have mine kinda like a fudge cake.

Another thing I am writing about in my notes is how much mint and other herbs I want to dry this fall for the winter.

I keep prayin’ about the war, asking the Lord if I should stock up on anything. Oh mercy, I think we should have gardens this year, for sure. I grow mostly tomatoes and peppers of every kind. I grow a lot of herbs. I am sticking close to the Lord as to what to grow and what to put up for the winter. It’s a good time to trust in the Lord and wait upon Him. I mean, if it isn’t now that we need a garden, then when?

And we need flowers along with the vegetables, fruits, and herbs. We need flowers to cheer our spirits up, and to hang upside down and dry for the winter.

I don’t grow beans, ya know? I mean you can buy beans so cheap. And dried beans keep forever. I have beans in jars, it seems, in every cabinet. Potatoes are usually cheap around here, too. I would think it may be a good idea to get some potatoes on sale and can them.

I think its a real time to get serious with the Lord about keeping a full pantry. I think there is such a famine of the word of God, especially for the keeper at home. But second to the teachings on wisdom, we do need to be listening to the Lord about stocking up and keeping full pantries.

Well, I had better get back to work. I have more lists to make and dishes to wash.

Wisdom

What if your family was starving and poor and someone told you that there was a diamond in your back yard. And if you found it, you could sell it for thousands of dollars and your family would be saved. Well, of course you would get on your knees and you would comb through every blade of grass with your fingers, looking for the diamond. And you wouldn’t stop looking until you found the diamond. Well, wisdom is like that diamond, and she can save your family if you can find her.

“Who can find the virtuous woman for her price is far above rubies.” We think the virtuous woman is everywhere among women, but she is not. She is wise and very rare as an expensive ruby. But we must seek wisdom and this is how we can find her.

For some reason, as I write, I just want to cry deep in my heart. I feel her presence as I write. “Oh, dear wisdom, we seek you and long for your presence. We are poor and needy and long for a mother to guide us. Dear Wisdom, we are lost and feel so forsaken. We love God and are taught of Jesus, but we don’t know the wisdom of God in Proverbs that says wisdom will speak to us.”

And Wisdom is saying, “I know your hearts and I am coming to teach you and give you understanding.”

You must be willing to be laughed at and obey the voice of wisdom. You must come back to the old ways and to the time when wisdom was queen in her home. Shut off the modern conveniences and listen for her voice. Be willing to do things the old ways. Come back to the land as she, wisdom, comes from the land. She comes from the foundations of the earth.

Wisdom was with God in the beginning and made the foundations of the earth. Ya know, one time I was watching the Catholic channel and a woman on there was talking about how when Martin Luther translated the Bible, he left out the book of wisdom. This book tells about the wisdom of God as Mary, Jesus’ mother. Martin Luther went from the Catholic faith to the Protestant faith. But ya know, he seemed to protest the woman’s role, as he took out the book of wisdom. And the church today seems to protest the woman’s role. And the woman’s role is as child bearer and keeper at home. Mother is the foundation of the earth.

Now, I don’t worship Mary. I long for the wisdom of God and I see this wisdom in Sarah and Elizabeth and many of the women in the Bible. Always these married women were keepers at home. The Lord tells us, as believers — not unbelievers — to multiply and replenish the earth. The church tells ya to get on birth control so that you can do more work for God. But God’s word looks at birth control as a sin to the believers. The Christian wife is to be a queen in her home, under a mighty covering of protection from her godly husband. This is so she can have many babies for Jesus Christ and bring them up for the Lord. The holy seed is precious to the Lord. And this is a woman’s place.

Because the book of wisdom was taken from the Bible, I think it has kept many of us Protestant women in the Dark Ages. We have been made to feel like second class citizens because we have no place, seemingly, in the body of believers. We have a place but it has been hidden. So we try to be like Christian men, longing for this place in God. And yet we have this place and it was here all the time — and yet we have missed it. Sorely missed it. We are equally as important as men. We have a place. But it was the early Protestant men who have shackled us and put our feet in chains.

Jesus Christ is our liberator. Women have been tossed about and shackled in the body of Christ. Before Jesus came on the earth, they were treated as slaves. But Jesus come to set them free. To give them a place as believers. He humbled Himself and was birthed through a virgin maiden. He could have just appeared like an angel. But instead, He came through the womb of a young virgin girl. He was the example and honored His Mother and cared for her. When He died at the cross, He spoke to His disciple John to care for His mother. But it seems there is always this ploy to make this weaker sex a slave. The woman was not even taught to read the Bible.

I think our Christian forefathers had a lot of naggy wives and somehow kept them quiet by telling them they were inferior. I mean, human, fleshly nature in a man could certainly do this. And so this view of Christian women comes into play. She has no place except to stay home and have babies. And go out and work, too. So, not knowing her role, she rebels and we have the feminism of today. The woman loves God and thinks she can only reach God through being a man. So she says, “I am not inferior. I can be a man. I can look like a man and worship God like a man.” She wants to be liberated from a lie that has been preached in the Christian Protestant church. But all of this is one lie on top of the other because now this new wave of Christian feminism has brought her into a greater bondage and slavery to man.

Mother is bound and gagged as never before. Here are her bondages. Her womb is bound by having her tubes cut. Just this alone is so horrible. It’s like the world is trying to stamp out womanhood. Let me count the ways. We now have birth control patches to add to the pills and now even the morning after pills. The world has taught her many ways to kill the fruit of her womb. All of this says to the woman, “My parts are not important. The fruit of my body is not important. Only the part of me that acts as a man is important. To reach God as a woman, I must become a man.” Not only does the world hate her but she thinks God hates her, too. She has no place unless she cuts her creative parts out — her womb. Unless she is aggressive and strong, she cannot make a living. She is not valuable to the earth or, seemingly, to God. And all of this is lie on lie.

My spirit cries within me as I write. The spirit of motherhood and wifehood is being snuffed out by Satan. He comes for the holy, godly seed. He knows that true prophets and men of God must come forth. And he keeps the lies goin’ — he keeps the godly women under a heavy hand of slavery. He tells them that singing in the choir is more important than having children for Jesus. He has ripped the truth from Marys’ hearts. The daughters God has called to give birth to priests and prophets of God have sold their godly heritage to Satan. Mary and Sarah and Elizabeth and Hannah have been martyred in the body of believers.

We women of God have been told that we have no place and our wombs are not important. The devil has taught us Marys that we should pattern our lives after the men in the word of God. And that Mary is not to be given any honor, or Sarah who is called the mother of faith. We think nothing of believing that we can lay hands on the sick and they will recover. But we laugh at a woman who wants to have a supernatural birth as Mary did, or Sarah in her old age. The miracle births we laugh at, as it is the woman’s role. But we exalt the man’s role.

Then here come lady preachers who further enforce the fact that unless a woman is like a man, she cannot come to heaven. Lady Preacher cries from the Christian pulpit, “Get out of the house and go do something for God.” And yet God calls us to come home and do something for God.

The wise woman builds her house. The wise woman’s feet are found at home. The foolish woman runs from house to house.

And so how do we get our roles as women back? We must be silent and submissive to our husbands. We must be holy and separated unto God. God must be our voice. We must do our good works so that our husbands will see them and glorify our Father in heaven. We are not as slaves of Satan and servants of this world. We are Hannahs and Sarahs. We as women of God are beautiful. We are the women that men love and admire. Sarah was so beautiful that she was dangerous and Abraham was always afraid he would have to fight to keep her. The true women of God are a treasure chest with no bottom to it. And to God, we are as His wives.

We are chosen daughters to give birth to priests and prophets of God. Our daughters are as handmaidens. We raise children who will be blessings instead of curses. Our homes are to be temples of God. In these temples, we raise Daniels and Davids and Josephs. We are the creators behind the scenes that run the world as we live a secret holiness.

Our wombs are important to God. If they are slashed by sorcerers’ knives, then God is the healer and can heal them. And make them come alive again. Oh, yes, the healing of Hannah’s womb is as relevant today as it was back in Bible times. The barren womb is not a problem for God. We have been taught as Christian wives that we can raise the dead if we have the faith. But we can’t raise children for Jesus? Psalms 113:9 He maketh the barren woman to keep house and to be a joyful mother of children. Why can’t we believe this? Why is it easier to believe for the healing of our hearts than the healing of our wombs? Why are we taught in the church that God can heal every part of our bodies and lives but not our wombs? And that in order to serve God, we must cut our wombs?

Why do our breasts and our wombs get full of cancer? Because we have a calling, dear mothers, to use our wombs and breasts for the glory of God. And when they aren’t being used, they rot off. Or a doctor cuts them off. What is the big deal about our breasts and wombs? Why aren’t our legs and necks full of cancer? Why is it our creative parts that the world is so worried about?

We are not called to be men with no wombs or breasts. And then we have the plagues of the whores. Mercy! I have never seen so many whores as lately on TV. Jim says they just get those women off the street to make actresses out of them. If those poor slaves only knew the Lord and what their breasts are for. But they use their creative, godly, holy parts as play toys. They give themselves to evil men, and they blaspheme their temples of God. Each of these whores is made in the image of God and is called for a holy purpose. If they weren’t called to be holy mothers of God, they would have been born animals and not called to be women with wombs. God’s heart must mourn when He sees these women soil with sin a body He made to be glorified with. And God is not done with these street whores or they would be dead. His mercy will keep them alive as long as He can. They were born to be holy, godly wives. To be Marys and Sarahs. And yet they have blasphemed the temple of God.

I think it is so hard to build a temple for the Lord as keepers at home because of the lies about us. It’s hard, as we are barraged with lies. We run all day picking up after our families and we can’t find the creative parts of us. And I feel we are called to keep serving and yet to hide away unto God and to find that part of us that is called to walk in truth. And as we do double duty and find our places of true womanhood, we walk it out in front of our families. And through our silence and faithful duties, they learn who we are as Marys and Sarahs.

We teach our families a new way of life by our behavior. We walk out the truth in front of them, in silence and in prayers. And always holding before us the Lord Jesus Christ and the examples of Mary and Sarah.

And, ya know, you may say, “Hey, doggone it. I don’t want to live as a holy woman of God. I have a choice and I choose to do my own thing. I am a Christian woman and I work and enjoy going to a world church. I bad mouth my husband and don’t teach my children the word of God. But I enjoy going to church and the folks there.” And this is the lie goin’ on in the body of Christ — we can choose to live unholy lives and still go on to glory with the best of ’em. And that lie, right there, is sending women to hell in droves.

We must give up our lives to gain them in Him.

Making Soap

I think I have time to write out my soap recipe. I wasn’t going to write about the soap this afternoon, as I had a bunch of work to do, but I got it done and Papa is at work, so I think I can write this out. He may be off early, so I have dinner in the oven and the coffee made.

Anyway, about soap! You have to have an enamel pan to make it in. The lye will just eat up an aluminum pan and even eat through a cast iron skillet. I use my big enamel water bath canner to make soap in.

You don’t need to be afraid of lye. I have read recipes that say you should wear rubber gloves to stir the soap, etc. To me, that is silly. I just keep a wet rag beside me and, if the lye touches my skin, I just wipe it off. And you get lye at the grocery store over by the drain cleaner. I just use the Red Devil … it’s the 12 oz can. They call it drain opener. It’s crystals. I mean, be careful with it, but don’t be afraid of it. Keep the dog and cat and kids out of it, as it would burn their tonsils out.

Ok. I don’t cook any of it. I just throw it all in. Just pour in your pan the can of lye. Next, pour in 3 quarts of water. Stir this up with a wooden spoon until it dissolves. Next, put in the grease or lard … make sure it is at room temperature … 4 pounds of this. Don’t splash it … be gentle. Then stir it with your wooden spoon. Stir gently and go in one direction. Don’t beat it or it will curdle. Stir until you have the soap at the consistency of honey. This should take about 20 minutes of stirring.

After it thickens, then pour it into your molds. I just take the flat carboard boxes and line them with wax paper or butcher paper; not tinfoil or plastic wrap, as the soap would eat it. But just pour the thickened soap into the boxes. When it hardens up some, then cut it, like a cake, in square pieces. I think I used to get about 2 boxes of soap. Anyway, then just put your soap up in a cool dry place away from the critters and let it age for about a month.

Some folks say, “Oh, you gotta have soft water for soap making or rain water.” I just use faucet water and it’s hard as a rock. One time, my soap didnt harden up as I stirred it. I just added a bunch of dry laundry powder to it to thicken it. That made the best laundry soap you could imagine. I would cut up a bar and put it in my blender and then put it as a liquid into my washer. I would just use it for hot water washes and not cold. (It won’t dissolve in cold water.)

For hand soap, just use it as you make it with this recipe.

I have made face soap out of this by adding oatmeal.

I have also made goat milk soap by replacing one of the quarts of water with goat milk.

If you want to put herbs in it, make sure they are dried herbs.

If you want your soap a pretty color, just go to the store and get a bar of soap and cut it up and put it in as you are stirring the soap up at the end of the process. I have tried to use food coloring to color the soap but it didn’t work for me. Kool-aid might work.

If you don’t have any lard, then I think you could buy just the shortening to make your soap. I would use the cheap shortening that is made with animal fat, as opposed to the vegetable shortening. The animal shortening would be harder in texture, more like lard. I buy lard at our store. I think you can still buy it everywhere.

A Vision

I saw in my vision this young mother walking down a country road. It was spring and she had on a cotton flowered dress. She had children that were with her and they were picking up pretty rocks and sticks as they ran and skipped along.

I saw the mother and I came and walked with her. She was happy and content, even though her husband was out of work. She had a basket and in it was some food that someone had given her. She had a few pounds of hamburger and some apples. She told me that she was going to take this meat home and cook it and divide it up and make hamburger gravy with some of it and casseroles, too, and use just a third of the meat each day. She was going to divide it up and use it for almost a week. She told me that she had flour and sugar, both white and brown.

She said:

“Oh I have lots to bake with and I have plenty of potatoes.
But my friend gave me some meat and some apples.
I have a few bananas at home.
And I will go home and make things to fill up my cupboards.
I will make breads and dry some noodles.
I will make some homemade crackers and some simple cookies.
I have some lard and plenty of eggs from my chickens.
I have some instant milk.
I am not worried as I can cook and bake and make what I need.
I am trusting in the Lord and the Lord will provide for me and my home.
My husband will find work.
I am not afraid.
I am not going to worry my husband.
I am just going to work with my hands and make my home peaceful and happy.
I will not be afraid.
I refuse to fear.
I am well able to handle this time of joblessness.
I will get my apron on and make what I need and what I don’t have, I will ask the angels to go get it for me.
I will not fear man or what he may try to do to me.”

I told her that I was proud of her and happy that she was trusting in God.

She said:

“If I run out of soap I will learn to make my own.
I am not afraid to wash my clothes in the bath tub if I have to and hang my clothes on the line.
I am going to show myself an able wife and mother to my husband and to God.
I will make things out of nothing and I will speak peace to my house.
I will not confess fear to my husband or to my friends.
I will shut my mouth when my enemies try to taunt me.
I will not fear but pray and trust in God.
For the Lord has given me these children and He will give me the food to feed them.
I will just wear my head covering and apron as a holy armor of God.
I will remember that the Bible says that there is profit in all labor.
And I will labor and take up my cooking spoons and baking pans and work in joy and abide in my ministry as Keeper at Home.
My kneading bowl is blessed and everywhere I walk in my house, I claim as holy sacred ground.
I am the virtuous woman and my price is far above rubies.
The heart of my husband safely trusts in me.
And my husband has no need of spoil.
I will walk in my home in peace and rest and thank the Lord for the food that I have to work with.
I will not worry over bills.
I will just walk in my covering as Keeper at Home.”

This mother is showing her faith in God and her husband by her works and God will move heaven and earth for a sweet wife and mother like this. Faith moves mountains and fear stops the Lord. But in hard times, we must be found faithful.

As we stand in the arena of life, the world watches us, as no other time. They want to know if our God can always deliver us. Yes, He can, and we must continue to show the world that Jesus is our provider. But we housewives must do good works so that others will see us and glorify our Father in heaven.

We must be silent and ever bearing as obedient Christian wives and mothers.

Cooking Ideas

Usually, I make my own bread but yesterday, I made a few breads with the frozen bread dough. Right now in the stores, the frozen dough has gone down in price, at least in our area. I got a 5 loaf package for three bucks.

Anyway, this is what I do with it. I take out a loaf of the dough and let it set out until it is a bit soft … not real soft, but just where you can slice it. Then I slice it with a knife. I take each slice and dip it in a bowl of melted butter. Then I put it all back together again and let it rise like that, and then I bake it. You could sprinkle garlic salt on it for a garlic bread or just eat it plain.

Another idea is cinnamon bread. I slice the thawed bread and dip each slice in a bowl of milk and then in a bowl of cinnamon and sugar. Then put it all back together in a greased loaf pan and let it rise. After it has risen, just bake it. You could put brown sugar on it, too.

I have also used the frozen bread dough rolled out in a long pan for pizza dough, and I have made calizones with this dough. Just thaw the dough and roll it out so it looks like a long oval. Stuff it with pizza sauce and meat and cheese. Then just fold it over and press it down really good and crimp the edges with a fork. One calizone that I have made that is our favorite is fried pork sausage, drained, with saurkraut, drained and rinsed, with spaghetti sauce mixed in to keep it all together. And then chedder cheese in there, too. But you can put anything in a calizone. Just make sure it isn’t sloppy and make sure it is thick in there so it won’t be running out the edges when you bake it.

And now, some ideas to use with the refrigerator biscuits. I grease a cookie sheet. Then I take the refrigerator biscuits and flatten like 5 on the greased cookie sheet. Flatten them so they look like flat pancakes. Then you can put a spoonful of apple pie filling in the middle of each circle. Flatten the next biscuit and place it on top. Just crimp the edges with your fork and puncture a few holes in the top with a fork. On the top, sprinkle some cinnamon and sugar. I have made these with cherry pie filling, too, or both. These little fruit pies would be nice to pack in your husband’s lunch pail to take to work. Also, along the same idea, I have made tuna salad with the mayonaise and then put in the pickle relish … make it thick and not drippy. Then use that for your little fillings and bake it. Just bake it at the temp called for on the biscuit wrapper.

Also, I have taken the biscuits and put a hole in the middle. Deep fat fry them and they become donuts. After they are fried crisp in the heated fat, then you drain them, roll each one in the sugar and cinamon mixture, and lay them on a plate for the family. My children loved these when they were little. It’s a fun at home treat to make for the children.

Another thing I used to make for the children was hot dogs in a blanket. You take the hot dogs and wrap a refrigerator biscuit around it. You just flatten your dough, then lay the hot dog in it and mold the dough around the hot dog. Then lay the coverd hot dogs on a cookie sheet and bake them. We would just dip these in ketchup. Also, with the flattened biscuit dough, you can make little pizzas for the children.

Yesterday afternoon, I made a good ole casserole for the family that is such a favorite. It is a simple comfort food. “Goulash.” I just cook about 2 cups of macaroni and, when it is done, I add some fried and drained hamburger. Then I just add a can of tomatoes and a few little cans of tomato sauce. I add a can of mixed vegetables, and then salt and pepper to taste. We like it sloppy but not soupy. We eat it with a soup spoon in bowls and just bread with it. You could sprinkle cheese over the top or fancy it all up, but yesterday, I just wanted to serve something simple. Mary (age 17) and her Daddy ate and ate of it. Then my neighbor stopped and, as we visited, she had a warm bowl of it, too. It just seemed to hit the spot yesterday. Papa even ate some later in the evening after work. I made a lot, but it is was all eaten.

A few days ago, I had made B-B-Q spare ribs. I always make a lot of sauce, as to cover the meat and to cook it a long time in the sauce. Well, I had a lot of sauce left over. So this morning, I put the sauce in my crock pot and put some hot dogs in it and also about a half a pound of cooked hamburger that I had fried yesterday. I didn’t want use a lot of meat in the goolash, so I saved about a half a pound in the fridge. So we will have the BBQ hot dogs and beef this afternoon for lunch. We will just eat it in a sandwich.

When this meal is over, and most of the meat is gone and used up for more meals, I will make baked beans with the mixture. Well, not right away, but in a few days. I will have a lot of meat leftover today. I may just package that up for the freezer. But I will leave some meat in the crock pot to make the baked beans with.

Spirit Winds

I am excited this morning to write to you. The Lord has given me some good stuff. I can write a while, then when Papa gets up for work this morning, I will stop and start again later. I have notes written out on paper so I won’t forget what to write. Yesterday and the day before, I had fallen into a grand depression. Deep and sorrowful. I didn’t tell anyone. I felt such a deep sadness. I was worried that I wouldn’t come out of it. But the Lord in prayer brought me out, and here are some things He told me.

He often reminds me of Joan of Arc who listened to a voice not of this world, and how she obeyed this voice within and led France in a war to victory and freedom. And the Lord spoke to me to live from the inside out. To listen to His voice and to forsake all else. To protect at all cost the Lord’s voice within. To live out of it … to cherish it … for it is our life in the Holy Spirit.

The voice of wisdom is the female side of the Holy Spirit. She is a Domestic Goddess, a Kitchen Saint. We submit ourselves to our husbands as Wisdom submits to God. Proverbs speaks of the law of the mother. Mother is queen in her Home. Her ways are right in her home. She is led in the things of the home … she is its keeper. But husband is the head of the home.

We are like horses. The Lord gives us the breath to run. But our husbands are the bit in our mouth. He directs us, but God gives us our spirit. Our husbands cover us and protect us so that we can remain home. But our spirit is between God and us. And as we are under our husbands, we can listen to the Lord and we are responsible to act upon what God tells us to do.

Years ago, when I was raising little Jimmy, I was baking him some cookies. They were about to come out of the oven and I could not find my spatula. I said, “Lord, where is my spatula?” He said, “Connie, go read your Bible.” I said, “Lord, I can’t go read my Bible — my cookies are burning.” Finally I obeyed the Lord and went in the living room. Right on top of my Bible was my spatula. I had spanked Jimmy earlier with it. And I often prayed over Jimmy after I spanked him. And I had left my spatula laying on my Bible. Well, see, the Lord didn’t want me to go read my Bible while my cookies were burning. But He just wanted me to see where my spatula was. Duh! And lately the Lord has spoken to me about things and I have argued. “Well, that doesn’t make any sense, Lord. I can’t do that.” And when ya do that stuff, you are heading for trouble.

The Lord has a plan. The Lord told me that if Joan of Arc listened to God and obeyed Him, can’t I obey Him in the few little piddly things He asks me to do? After all, I am not called to set France free. And thank the Lord. Because if He called me, I would have to go — or die. I kept telling the Lord yesterday, “Can’t I just die and get out of here? Don’t you have anything else for me to do?” Well, that kind of depression often comes when you are very confused as a believer. You get double minded and become unstable in ALL of your ways.

Jim’s remodeling drives me nuts. But the Lord had told me from the get go what to do about this. But I wouldn’t listen! The Lord told me how to decorate but I thought it was crazy. I thought it was my own thoughts. But the Lord had told me and always tells me to decorate like the 1970s. Well, that is quite the opposite of today’s designs. Today’s design is that your house should look like a furniture store. Everything brand new with nothing on the walls. Mother works and doesn’t want to mess with houseplants and all of the knick knacks and do-dads.

Wisdom’s Voice

So as we try to decorate our homes like the magazines, the devil leads us into fruitlessness and bareness. He also leads us out the door to get a job as it takes another income. (Now, Sheila, your house is beautiful and we know that you have to have it real plain because of allergies. An Amish style which I love, too.) But you wonder why the 70s? I asked the Lord that last night just before I went to sleep.

He reminded me that abortion was made legal in 1973. There really seemed to be a rush of the Spirit in the 70s to gather the homemakers. It was a time when the Lord really gave many of us keepers at home gifts in homemaking. It was because the Lord knew about the days ahead when we would be stripped of our places as Keepers at Home. It was a time in our history where many of we hippies learned to think on our own and throw off materialism for the sake of truth. Now, of course, some went too far in the wrong direction. It was an era of free love and the beginning of women’s lib. But as the devil came in with his wickedness, the Lord come in with His holiness. He called mother home as never before. And He gave her directions on how to make a home. And now out of this generation comes the older Titus Mother. So now we have some really wicked older women’s libbers and some older mothers who stayed true to their calling. But the 70s called us back to the land and almost back to the 1920s, the Depression era. And now the years coming up should call us back to the 70s.

When the Depression era hit in our country, our forefathers were called back to the land — back to homesteading — like in the middle 1800s. When society falls apart around us, we must come back to the land or not survive. The folks during the Depression made it as they grabbed ahold of God and came back to common sense. I mean, when you are in midair, you have to come back to a place where you can find some handles to hang onto.

Oh, those 70s they were a riot. And you can tell the clothing style is coming back to the 70s. My daughter, Christian Joy, loves the 70s and so does Mary. We go to the Salvation Army and have a ball. And I have noticed the cutest blouses at the Dollar Store, just as hippie as they can get. But the voice of wisdom calls us in the streets, it says in Proverbs. She calls us in the city and in the country. And she is calling us back to the 70s.

Let me describe the 70s. The Christian mothers — oh, they were so wonderful. House plants everywhere. Jars of dried beans and pasta everywhere. Pictures on every wall, and plenty of them. Always gotten at the thrift shop. The granny squares were in for knitting the afghans. Almost everyone had one on their couch. The long dresses were in and the head coverings. The knitted sweaters and crocheted aprons. Still in this day, so many of the recipes are used. All those baking mixes came out in the 70s. And, oh, knick knacks came out of the walls.

Now days, the modern Millies tell us to throw away our knick knacks, as all they do is gather dust. But the trinkets meant something to the old time mothers. They lovingly decorated with them. They made a sweet home with them. Mother had collections. And if ya didn’t know what to buy mother for her birthday, you bought her a little knick knack to add to her collection. Now, this was knickel and dime stuff. Something the little kids could point to on Mama’s shelf and say proudly, “I got that for Mom for her birthday.” Mothers didn’t throw things away like they do now — they passed them on to another homemaker. And we filled our houses with junk. And we loved it.

 
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