MOTHERHOOD

"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

.....in 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
‪#‎captureyourgrief‬
‪#‎healyourheart‬
‪#‎faith1991‬
‪#‎landon2009‬
‪#‎jonah2010‬
@carlymariedudley

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" ~