Sunday, December 17, 2017

Wisdom in the Street

Dear Mothers,

Good morning. I am up early this morning. Made some coffee and was reading my Bible and praying.

Ya know, yesterday I was talking about prophesy and how many of us have to be led by the Lord alone as we have no shepherds. We have to mainly submit to our husbands and they are our priests.

The Bible says that wisdom is our stability. And, dear hearts, if you read Proverbs, you will understand the wisdom — and if you use her as your platform and your stability, then your eyes will be open and you will have discerning of spirits. You won’t be walking in double mindedness and you will be stable in all of your ways.

Proverbs 1:20 is very interesting to me. That verse has always given me a different look at wisdom. Here are the words. “Wisdom crieth without. She utters her voice in the streets.” I used to really wonder about this verse. I would tell the Lord that I thought wisdom was hidden and not out in the street. But ya know, the wisdom of God is everywhere. And I have sensed her many times in the street.

Ya know, some of those little sort of hippie shops — the ones with all the antiques and collectibles? Sometimes, when I go into those shops, I feel the spirit of domestication come over me so strong, I feel like I will get diarrhea or that I will throw up or something. The spirit of wisdom comes over me like a blanket. I mean, I don’t get sick or anything. But what I mean is something takes place in my body. I get so relaxed and domesticated — and the spirit of HOME just falls on me like a heavy cloud. All of the crazy things in my head gets squashed and my mind clears up. My stability comes and it’s like a graveness comes over me, a seriousness for duty. And then I will look for the lady who has designed the shop and she looks sort of worldly. And I think, “How in the world did this woman design such a shop that holds the wisdom of God?” And in talking to her, you will see that she has left home and puts everything into her shop. So the wisdom is in the shop and not in her home. It seems to be in her heart or in a dream she dreamed or a vision she had. It’s so sad to me. Ya know? Because the lady seems to have a connection with wisdom that would be hard for me to recreate in my own home. I mean, it is as though she is a teacher who draws many women to the Lord through the wisdom and yet she herself isn’t able to walk it out in her home. It’s a very queer thing to me, and very sad.

One time, I went to a living history farm. This woman was in the 1800s cabin cooking on an old wood stove. She said to me, “This is just an extension of how I live at home.” And I thought “Yes!” This is what I wanted to hear.

It seems so strange to me to see a woman with short dyed hair with a perm somehow making a shop that inspires me to dwell with wisdom. But to me, this is how I would describe Proverbs 1:20 as wisdom in the street calling to the women to be wise. And ya know, back in the 70s when I was a young mom, the health stores had barely taken off — around here, anyway. But we had this health food store that we used to go to. Oh, it was a riot. And I could just sense the spirit of wisdom in there. Man, I would just beg Jim to take me there. Well, it was such an odd little place and oh, I loved it. Well, Jim and the kids would drop me off there and then they would park down the street. Even if I didn’t have any money to buy anything, I just wanted to get in there and have some of that spirit fall on me. Of course, I had Papa havin’ a cat in the car and racin’ the motor and the kids cryin’ out the window that they wanted me to hurry up. But some of the time, I would get my friend Jill to let me ride along with her to the health store and, oh, I would have a ball there.

Now this place was down in the slums and put together by a bunch of hippies. It didn’t look like a small hospital with white walls and shelves of expensive vitamins.

This little health store reminded me of the old time stores. It had the wood floor with wide planks. When ya walked across it, you sounded like the clop clop of a horse’s hooves. They had big barrels, like vats, that you could turn the spigot and draw out your own corn oil or honey, molasses or syrup, etc. You were to bring your own jars from home and fill them. Then the ladies would weigh the filled vessels and you would pay for it. There were wooden shelves from ceiling to floor with gallon jars of herbs and spices. You were to take the jar down and weigh the spices yourself and then you put it in a sack and put the price on it, etc. They trusted you that you weighed it correctly. Jill and I used to buy vanilla beans, three for a buck. We would buy them in the fall and put them in our sugar canister and our hot chocolate mix for the winter. The store owners had a back room where they had a kitchen. They always had a big pot of soup goin’ on back there. And you could smell it when you came in. In the summer they had a lot of fresh vegetables and fruits, organically grown.

During the 60s and 70s, there was a great revival. This produced the Jesus freaks, and I was one of them. Anyway, I think this revival really raised up the wisdom of God There was a lot of books out then about the home and the husband’s place as priest and the wife’s place as keeper at home. And ya know, the wisdom of God doesn’t seem to have a place now in this age. And when someone senses the wisdom, they call it “Hippie Stuff.”

Ya know, you have read my writings about my friend Jill. Well, her son Tony turned out to be a preacher. He is 28 years old. He has such a heart for God. He was raised like my kids were. Anyway, Jill tells me, at times, that Tony begs his mom to be a hippie again. “Mom, let your hair grow long and wear the long flowered skirts and aprons.” He says that until he can find a woman to marry that reminds him of his mom in the 70s, he just won’t get married at all. And when Tony preaches, the holy conviction falls.

Jill was faithful to raise him and his sister alone after the father had deserted them. Jill had a garden and canned and stored her food for the winter. She was so poor and yet so rich in God. We were on welfare but we mothers were honest. Jill told the welfare board, “I don’t want to go out to work. I want to stay home and take care of my family.” One young college woman who worked there said, “Can she say that?” Jill just explained that her husband had left the children and she didn’t want to leave them, too. And no one worked harder than Jill.

Oh, the wisdom of God was so powerful in her home. She lived in a duplex. She had the lower level. And in her back yard she grew her vegetables and herbs. Her gardens were a feast for the eyes. Her home housed the wisdom of God. Her life was a merry feast when she was right with God. But she just couldn’t hang on as the winds blew so hard against her and the world came calling to her. And she regrets it that she didn’t stay with the wisdom of God. I regret it, too, as she was such a prize for Jesus. But still in her home, you can still sense the wisdom and yet it somehow came out of her heart. And I think that this is what the Lord is saying this morning about wisdom is that it has to be in your heart.

I don’t know. I am only the writer and I learn as I write. But ya know, I can only say what I think. I am not always going to be correct, either. I believe that my writing is inspired, but I dunno. And a lot of my writing today is about what I think or the impressions of wisdom that I have. Maybe it is not right. I am just speaking out of a heart that has been chasing wisdom for a good long time. I can just sense her sometimes, standing beside me. Or as I feel inspired to make a craft of some kind. Yesterday, I sensed her as I tried to encourage my neighbor — I will call her Nancy.

Wisdom’s Voice

I sat with a dear friend of mine yesterday, a precious Christian Sister. I sensed in her a deep grief. I couldn’t make her laugh as I once could. And I felt the wisdom of God come over me as I sat with her in her home. I said to her, “Now, Nancy, you have a lot to be thankful for. We both have our dear husbands that let us stay home and be homemakers. I have so much peace with Jim and I know you do with your dear husband. We have nice homes and we are protected from the evil influences in the world.”

Nancy is a dear mother and is grieving for her older children. I went on. I said, “Now, Nancy, this is not like you to grieve so. I am the same way at times. I worry over this and that until I feel I got it good and worried over. And then I go on to the next worry and I keep it up until I turn to the Lord.” I told her, “Oh, I know what it is to worry, but we just can’t worry like that. God is going to take care of our kids. Nancy, we have husbands to care for and a house to run. Our husbands work all day and when they come home, they should have the comfort and companionship of a happy and joyful wife.”

Nancy had been so nervous as she tried to fix us lunch. She dropped her plate of food in the floor. She burnt her hand. I felt so much compassion as I sat with her. But I refused to let the spirit of worry come on me. I just spoke simply of the wisdom of God. And I know she felt relieved. And the wisdom of God is so simple and the answer to so many things.

As we pivot from our places as Keepers at Home, we learn more of the wisdom of God. We must invite wisdom into our homes through our homemaking.

Wisdom dwells with prudence and understanding. Wisdom won’t enter your heart as you are watching a soap opera. You must seek wisdom as she is as fine silver. You won’t find gold as you watch TV. You must seek the wisdom in the word of God and put it first place in your heart.

Wisdom is your stability. She is the organizer of a wife and mother’s spirit. As you put your calling of Keeper at Home under Jesus Christ, of course, then you find a peace that passeth understanding.

Of course, I have written about Spiritual Housewifery. How when all is lost, we lay our hands down to the Lord’s righteousness. We yield our hands to His ways. We put our hands in the dishwater when we want to put our hands into worry and confusion. It’s hard to work the works of God and take care of a home without inspiration. And maybe the devil has turned your husband against you. It’s hard to do the dishes and clean the house and care for the children when your husband is cursing you. But as he is tearing your house down, you are building it with your hands. And in all of this, we fight the good fight of faith.

Ya know, wisdom is very child like. Remember when you were a little girl? How you would say to your play mate, “Let’s pretend that we are fixing a big holiday supper for our husbands. And let’s pretend our babies are asleep and we have a lot of work to do.” Remember how much fun all of this was? I loved to pretend my dolls were really, really real and that I could see them breathe. But let’s today be child like and have fun being wives and mothers. May God give us joy and gladness as we invite His wisdom into our homes today.

I will have Baby Rose today and Papa will be off work. I am going to ask him if we can do some shopping and go to the Salvation Army and take Rose. I have an outfit picked out for her that I want her to wear. It is a blue wool knitted old fashioned dress. I got it at a sale and it is so old timey. Then I got a white knitted coat with a hood. It’s really old time, too.

I plan to make soup this morning, and bread, and have it on the stove today to eat when we have the time. If the older kids run in and out, then they can serve themselves. Dan always wants me to use my cast iron pot for soup and not the crock pot.


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