The Home -- taken from The Royal Path of Life (1879)

"Our very nature demands home. It is the first essential element of our social being. This cannot be complete without home relations. There would be no proper equilibrium of life and character without the home influence. The heart bereaved and disappointed, naturally turns for refuge to home life. No spot is so attractive to the wary one: it is the heart's moral oasis. There is a mother's watchful love and a father's sustaining influence. There is a husband's protection and a wife's tender sympathy. There is a circle of loving brothers and sisters happy in each other's love. Oh what is life without these!"

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

The Best Chocolate Chip Cookie Recipe We Have Ever Tried...long title :)

  • 1/2 cup butter flavored shortening and 1/2 cup of plain shortening
  • 3/4 cup white sugar
  • 3/4 cup brown sugar
  • 2 eggs
  • 2 teaspoons Mexican vanilla extract
  • 2 1/4 cups all-purpose flour
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 2 cups milk chocolate chips

Directions

  1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Grease cookie sheets.
  2. In a large bowl, cream together the butter flavored shortening, brown sugar and white sugar until light and fluffy. Add the eggs one at a time, beating well with each addition, then stir in the vanilla .Combine the flour, baking soda and salt; gradually stir into the creamed mixture. Finally, fold in the chocolate chips. Drop by rounded spoonfuls onto the prepared cookie sheets.
  3. Bake for 8-10 minutes in a preheated oven, until light golden brown. Allow cookies to cool on baking sheet for 5 minutes, then let completely cool on wire rack.

As found on Allrecipes.com with some tweaks!

    Saturday, January 23, 2010

    Children...a blessing or a cursing?

     
     
    Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is his reward.
    Psalms 127:3
     
    Children's children are the crown of old men; and the glory of children are their fathers.
    Proverbs 17:6
     
    I found this picture, and these verses came to mind. One thing that I am so thankful for is the fact that my parents have always taught us girls that we were God's gift to them, that children are a blessing not a curse. Today, we live in a selfish society that either deems children as unnecessary or a waste of time. Aren't you glad that God's Word never lies? Never changes? No matter how much the world calls children a curse, we have God's Word to tell us otherwise..."Lo, children are an heritage of the Lord: and the fruit of the womb is His reward."
     
     
    Picture by Mary Englebreit

    Tuesday, January 19, 2010

    The Chosen Vessel



    The Chosen Vessel

    The Master was searching for a vessel to use;
    On the shelf there were many - which one would He choose?
    "Take me", cried the gold one. "I'm shiny and bright.
    I'm of great value and I do things just right.
    My beauty and luster will outshine the rest
    And for someone like You, Master, gold would be the best!"

    The Master passed on with no word at all;
    He looked at a silver urn, narrow and tall;
    "I'll serve You, dear Master, I'll pour out Your wine
    And I'll be at Your table whenever You dine,
    My lines are so graceful, my carvings so true,
    And my silver will always compliment You."

    Unheeding the Master passed on to the brass,
    It was wide mouthed and shallow, and polished like glass.
    "Here! Here!" cried the vessel, "I know I will do.
    Place me on Your table for all men to view."

    "Look at me", called the goblet of crystal so clear.
    "My transparency shows my contents so dear,
    Though fragile am I, I will serve You with pride,
    And I'm sure I'll be happy in Your house to abide."



    The Master came next to a vessel of wood,
    Polished and carved, it solidly stood.
    "You may use me, dear Master", the wooden bowl said,
    "But I'd rather You used me for fruit, not for bread!"

    Then the Master looked down and saw a vessel of clay.
    Empty and broken it helplessly lay.
    No hope had the vessel that the Master might choose,
    To cleanse and make whole, to fill and to use.

    "Ah! This is the vessel I've been hoping to find,
    I will mend and use it and make it all Mine.
    I need not the vessel with pride of its self;
    Nor the one who is narrow to sit on the shelf;
    Nor the one who is bigmouthed and shallow and loud;
    Nor one who displays his contents so proud;
    Not the one who thinks he can do all things just right;
    But this plain earthy vessel filled with My power and might."

    Then gently He lifted the vessel of clay.
    Mended and cleansed it and filled it that day.
    Spoke to it kindly. "There's work you must do,
    Just pour out to others as I pour into you."


    The Chosen Vessel
    Unknown Author



    Wednesday, January 6, 2010

    A Conversation on Dress




    A Conversation on Dress An Excerpt from Beautiful Girlhood By Margaret Hale

           "Mother, said Jennie Vane one day as the two sat together sewing. Why do you not want me to wear my necklines low?"

           "What do you call a low necked dress?" asked her mother.

           "You know how the girls mostly wear them low like this," said Jennie, with her finger making on her bosom a line that she called low. Mrs. Vane looked to God for wisdom to rightly answer, and to equip Jennie with enough Christian sense to dress modestly despite the popular trend and fashion.

           "I do not require you to make your dresses with close fitting necks, Jennie, but I have reasons which I am only too glad to explain to you why I do not approve such necklines as you've described."

           "I want to know just why Mother, for sometimes I feel a little odd that none of my dresses are made that way."

           "One of the first evidences of a real lady, is that she should be modest. By modesty we mean that she shall not say, do, nor wear anything that would cause her to appear gaudy, ill-bred, or unchaste. There should be nothing about her to attract unfavorable attention, nothing in her dress or manner that would give a man an excuse for vulgar comment. When we dress contrary to the rule of modesty we give excuse for unwholesome thoughts in the mind of those who look upon us, and every girl who oversteps these bounds makes herself liable to misunderstanding and insult, though she may be innocent of any such intention."

            "Shouldn't men learn to guard their thoughts?" asked Jennie.

            "There," replied her mother, "is the very question, put in a little different form, that Cain gave to God about his brother: 'Am I my brother's keeper?' Yes, Jennie, to a great extent we are responsible to our brother's thoughts. But I would not have you think that all men are so weak. There are strong, true, pure-minded men and boys to whom these weaknesses of women are not a temptation. But there are the weaker also, and for them we are partly responsible. Let us suppose that upon the streetcorner there stands a group of men and boys among them being two boys whose minds are pure. You and another girl are dressed with very low necks, very thin blouses and your skirts are quite short. The scantiness of your dress attracts attention to your person. You may behave as perfect ladies, but as you pass the corner your appearance causes worldly minded to think and say vulgar things about you. The pure-minded boys hear, and their minds are defiled. You girls are as much to blame for what has happened as the impure man or boy who said the evil things."

            "I never thought of it that way, Mother, never!" said Jennie, looking up with a new understanding in her eyes.

            "Your necklines should be high and close fitting enough that at no angle does your bosom show, and your skirts should always be long enough so that you can sit without appearing very unlady-like or showing too much flesh. Also, very shear clothing cannot be called appropriate dress for the modest girl."

            "But Mother, they wear nice undergarments with those kinds of dresses," said Jennie quickly.

            "Yes, Jennie, but does a really modest woman want to publicly display her undergarments?"

            The two sewed on in silence for a while, then Jennie spoke again. "Mother, I know many nice women who do not think as you do about dress. Many church members dress the very way you have been condemning. Do you think they're not nice women or not Christians? I cannot think that."

            "That is entirely another side of the question, Jennie. I must answer for myself before God, and so must they. But it remains a fact that many nice women dress in a way that is not strictly modest. Many do not think just as the rest do. It is the same with some women who profess to love the Lord. Their minds and hearts are not awake on this line. They follow where the present fads lead them with no thought of the consequences. I cannot say to you that nice women do not dress as I have been condemning for you and I both know nice women who often do. Nor can we say that Christians never wear such things. For we have seen examples where those who profess to be Christians through lack of proper understanding did wear them. So we cannot look around at others for examples. We must have a conscience for God ourselves and answer these questions before Him in our own hearts. As for myself, I cannot wear what I know is not becomingly modest for a Christian to wear."

            "But I am not a Christian yet, I have not been converted yet," said Jennie, as if she had now found an excuse.

            "But you should be Jennie. That does not change your responsibility before God. If it is not right for a Christian to do it, it is wrong for anyone to do it." Mrs. Vane sat still a little while thinking, then continued. "It is not merely a matter of opinion, but of principle. Do startling clothes cause unfavorable attention and comment? Are they modest? Should modest women wear them? Am I discharging my duty as a Christian either to wear them or permit my daughter to do so? Is my daughter safe with them on, from the insults of base men?"

            "Of course, if you put it that way, Mother, is certainly looks as though wearing such things is wrong. But it seems odd to me that we should need to be so different from other people."

            "That is all owing to the direction you look Jennie. If you will look in the right direction, you will find many, many women and girls who are not overstepping the boundaries of womanly modesty and they do not look odd either."

            "Is it the same reason that you want me always to do my hair simply?" asked Jennie.

            "Partly. The manner of dressing the hair will give a girl a modest or a bold exaggerated look. And then many of the extravagant hairstyles are unbecoming to most faces. I cannot see why you should make yourself look outlandish by your hairstyle just because many of your friends are doing it. It is far better to choose a mode of hairstyle that becomes your face and stick to it, than to be changing from one thing to another. Besides, we should wish to take good care of your hair that you may preserve it's beauty."

            "But Mother, I like to do as the rest do. I hate to be different from the other girls," persisted Jennie.

            "Be frank with me Jennie: Are you so different from others? Are there not many of your school friends who dress just as modestly as you do? Are there not a number of girls yet who are not extravagant in their hairstyles? Be honest with me: Are there not many girls like you?"

            "Oh yes, for that matter. But they are not the ones we look at. Some of the girls have a new way of dressing their hair each week."

            "But the quiet, sensible girls run a far greater chance of coming to pure, wholesome womanhood. Jennie dear, sometime you'll be thankful that you are one of them."

    Tuesday, December 22, 2009

    What Our Country Needs...


    What does our country need?

    Not armies standing with sabres gleaming ready for the fight;

    Not increased navies, skillful and commanding, to bound the waters with an iron might;

    Not haughty men with glutted purses trying to purchase souls, and keep the power of place;
    Not jeweled dolls, one another vying for palms of beauty, elegance, and grace.


    But what we want women, stronge of soul, yet lowly with that rare meekness, born of gentleness;

    Women whose lives are pure and clean and holy,

    The women whom all little children bless;

    Brave, earnest women, helpful to each other, with finest scorn for all things low and mean;
    Women who hold the name of wife and mother far nobler than the title of a queen.


    Author unknown

    Saturday, December 19, 2009

    1 CORINTHIANS 13 - - A CHRISTMAS VERSION


    The speaker at our ladies' tea today read this poem, and I thought that I would share it on here. Hope you enjoy!
    1 CORINTHIANS 13 - - A CHRISTMAS VERSION -

    By an unknown author.


    If I decorate my house perfectly with plaid bows, strands of twinkling lights and shiny balls, but do not show love, I'm just another decorator.


    If I slave away in the kitchen, baking dozens of Christmas cookies, preparing gourmet meals and arranging a beautifully adorned table at mealtime, but do not show love, I'm just another cook.


    If I work at the soup kitchen, carol in the nursing home and give all that I have to charity, but do not show love, it profits me nothing. If I trim the spruce with shimmering angels and crocheted snowflakes, attend a myriad of holiday parties and sing in the choir's cantata but do not focus on Christ, I have missed the point.


    Love stops the cooking to hug the child. Love sets aside the decorating to kiss the husband. Love is kind, though harried and tired.


    Love doesn't envy another's home that has coordinated Christmas china and table linens.


    Love doesn't yell at the kids to get out of the way, but is thankful they are there to be in the way.


    Love doesn't give only to those who are able to give in return but rejoices in giving to those who can't.

    Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails. Video games will break, pearl necklaces will be lost, golf clubs will rust, but giving the gift of love will endure.
    Picture unknown*

    Monday, December 14, 2009

    I found this video on youtube! Every year, Granny and I make Christmas fudge, and this is close to the recipe that we use! The only difference is the marshmallows. We use marshmallow cream! Enjoy!