"About every true mother there is a sancity of martyrdom-
and when she is no more in the body, her children see her with
the ring of light around her head."

Godey's Lady's Book, 1867

THE ART OF DOMESTIC BLISS a time lacking in certainty and filled with anguish and despair, no woman should be shamefaced in attempting to give back to the world, through her work, a portion of it's lost heart. -Louise Bogan
“And there are my children!
My darling, precious children!
For their sakes I am continually constrained
to seek after an amended, a sanctified life;
what I want them to become
I must become myself”.

~ Elizabeth Prentiss, Stepping Heavenward

Friday, October 3, 2014

October 2 Day: 2 Heart

Day 2 Heart

In 1991 I carried faith's heart for a beautiful 3 months, I was given a spiritual blessing that she was too pure for this world. Her spirit visited my husband at work, he knew she passed before I did. He called to tell me.
In 2009 3 days before I borded a plane to a wedding in Cabo Mexico, I was awoken by stabbing pain and ran to my restroom where my darling Landon left this world, and left me in a puddle of blood and sorrow. Placenta Failure to Develop was the lab report. My life in total shambles I flew to Mexico and felt the healing sun and sand, a grace from God. His timing was right, even if no time is right to loose a child.
In 2010 My miracle began, God heard my prayer, and I carried sweet Jonah. Every day was a gift, his soul next to my heart. I saw his beautiful heartbeat fluttering on the ultrasound. All was good, until one afternoon I sat straight up in bed during a nap, I felt his soul exit my body. I just cried. I waited patiently for another Ultrasound....only to confirm we lost his heartbeat. The most soul melting words rushed over my being. This is what I call ugly pain, I carried him 2 more weeks. But all of their hearts are in my heart forever.

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An Island of Security....A Mother at Home

Very largely does the wife hold in her hands, as a sacred trust, the happiness and the highest good of the hearts that nestle there. In the last analysis, home happiness depends on the wife.
  • Her spirit gives the home its atmosphere.
  • Her hands fashion its beauty.
  • Her heart makes its love.
And the end is so worthy, so noble, so divine, that no woman who has been called to be a wife, and has listened to the call, should consider any price too great to pay, to be . . .

the light,
the joy,
the blessing,
the inspiration,
of a home.

The woman who makes a sweet, beautiful home, filling it with love and prayer and purity, is doing something better than anything else her hands could find to do beneath the skies.

A true mother is one of the holiest secrets of home happiness.

God sends many beautiful things to this world,

many noble gifts;

but no blessing is richer than that which He bestows

in a mother

who has learned love's lessons well,

and has realized something of the meaning

of her sacred calling.

~ J. R. Miller, "Secrets of Happy Home Life, 1894" ~