Dear Mothers,
I am getting ready to tell you about a story I heard on TV. It is so good but, not being a sports fan, I know nothing about the details of this story. I am pretty lame at knowing about sports so please bear with me. And if you know the details, please write them to me.
Dear Mothers,
After a night in prayer, this morning the Lord reminded me of when I was pregnant with Jimmy. I had to go to the Free Clinic for my check-ups. The doctors there would tell me I was very small and wondered if Jimmy would be premature. But in about my eighth month, a more experienced doctor checked me and said I was fine. He sat back in his chair and said, "You aren't too small -- you just carry your baby like a lady!" The Lord reminded me of this as I prayed this morning. And the Lord spoke to me about long suffering being a fruit of the Spirit. I mean we can pray day and night when we are pregnant but we won't have our baby until the Lord says it's time. It takes about 9 months and if he comes any sooner than that, the baby isn't full term or ready.
This morning, I was praying for Mary and Brandon. The Lord has encouraged me lately in my prayers. I have been breaking through and the clouds that would not rain are breaking up and mercy drops are beginning to fall.
Dear Mothers,
Yesterday I was talking to MaryL on the phone. She is my mentor and is 77 years old. Anyway, I was telling her a story and she says, "Connie, have you written this story on the email?" I said, "No, I hadn't." Then my friend Ruth came over later in the day and we were sitting outside talking in the yard. I told her the story, too. OK, here it is.
[In response to a question about how to keep peace in the home.]
We had 4 boys and 2 girls. I know what it was like, having to start work the minute my feet hit the bedroom floor -- yes, up and out of bed early in the morning -- and run like crazy until you went to bed at night. It's hard on a mother with a big family. I cooked and baked from scratch. Had a garden to tend in the summer and we home schooled. Gee Whill-ickers! Talk about busy. And ya know, I am sure I made a lot of mistakes. Also my home was real peaceful at periods of time. Like when the older 3 kids were out on their own and I had the 3 younger ones to homeschool. Then the 3 younger ones grew up into their teens and then the house got wild and then it got lonely as the 3 older children got out on their own. But the mainstay in all of this for the wife and mother is to continue to submit to her husband as unto the Lord.
Ya know how I told you the story about Jimmy, our son who drove me home from the hospital Sunday night. How he said, "Mom, I would like to get real upset over this but I know you wont have it." Well, there was a second part to this story, too.
Dear Mothers,
Good Morning. Didn't ya love the writings Sandra sent in today? And when she described Susannah Wesley, didn't that give ya courage to go on?
I think today's Christian Mothers are almost called to be martyrs. The heartache seems so unreal at times, tryin' to raise our children in Sodom and Gomorrah.
Aunt Toot and I have a friend, I will call her Patty. And while Toot and I were raising our children for the Lord, Patty was sleeping with every Tom, Dick and Harry. Sometimes her children barely had food, and her kids grew up to be wonderful Christians. Go figure!
Dear Mothers. Good Morning to you. Oh Happy Day! I think it is such a healing to have happiness in our homes. To get about our Father's Business. To cook, to wash, to sew.
This is to answer K. about her son. K., I know how you feel. And most of my kids were here the last few days. And sometimes we don't all see eye to eye. And it BREAKS my heart. Oh, this Mama Bear wants everything to go picture perfect, and all moments Kodak Moments, and they ain't, and I worry? This writing will be short as I am fixing dinner.
