YOUR HIGHEST VOCATION!

Dear happy homemaker in both word and deed,
God’s purpose for you is to raise godly seed,
Obedient children who are righteous and pure,
With mother at home, they’ll be happy and secure.

Secure in God’s love and protected from the world,
Guarded from evil and grounded in His Word
By a mother who has embraced her calling divine,
The mandate God gave from the beginning of time.

You’re now planted at home, you’ve found your “glory,"
Left your career behind--that was another story!
You’ve now been promoted to a much higher career!
You’re in God’s perfect will so you don’t have to fear.

You’re nurturing, nourishing, and building your nest,
Under your husband’s covering, you’re totally blessed.
God has promised to provide, He is Jehovah Jireh,
He will always be faithful, He is not a liar.

You are an “arrow polisher," daily sharpening your arrows,
You’re not pecking on the ground like little sparrows,
But soaring like the eagle, your stature is high,
You’re changing the course of the nation as on God you rely!’

Dear mighty mother, stand up and be strong,
Don’t be fooled by the enemy and the worldly throng,
Don’t be deceived by the mindset of this society,
Embrace your motherhood, it is your highest priority!

Don’t be conformed to the humanistic trend,
It only leads to heartache in the final end.
Be a non-conformist, stand against the tide,
You don’t have to be governed by this world’s pride.

Instead be transformed by God’s living Word,
He is restoring His truth, will you be stirred?
Will you be part of this end-time restoration,
To train godly children and change the nation?

God is preparing a people for Jesus’ second appearing,
He wants an army of arrows, trained and unfearing,
Straight arrows to go forth from the parents’ bow,
The deceptions of Satan to overthrow.

May you experience God’s anointing and His daily renewing
As you become part of this revival which is all God’s doing.
You will be part of heralding the coming of the King
As you build God’s army–and His praises will ring.

~ Nancy Campbell
Malachi 4:5-6

Are You Building Up or Pulling Down?

ARE YOU BUILDING UP OR PULLING DOWN? 

“Every wise woman builds her home, but the foolish pulls it down with her hands.”

(Proverbs 14:1)

 

Are you building up your marriage and home,

or destroying them with your words and actions?

What kind of a home are you building?

An angry home or an anointed home?

A boring home or a bountiful home?

A cynical home or a celebrating home?

A depressing home or a delightful home?

An empty home or an encouraging home?

A fretful home or a flourishing home?

A grumbling home or a gladsome home?

A harassed home or a happy home?

An impoverished home or an interesting home?

A jaded home or a jubilant home?

A kill-joy home or a kind-hearted home?

A legalistic home or a loving home?

A mournful home or a merry home?

A negative home or a nurturing home?

An oppressive home or an overcoming home?

A prayer-less home or a prayer-filled home?

A quarrelling home or a queenly home?

A rebellious home or a restful home?

A sour home or a sweet home?

A troublesome home or a tender home?

An unstable home or a united home?

A vexed home or virtuous home?

A worrisome home or a wonderful home?

An exhausting home or an exhilarating home?

Is your home yielded to the Sovereign Lord?

Are you zealously guarding your home?

 

Nancy Campbell

 

 

Heaven's Nursery

HEAVEN'S NURSERY

In Heaven there must surely be
A special place, a nursery
Where 'little spirits' not fully grown
Go to live in their Heavenly home.

The angels must attend with love
Tiny spirits on wings of doves,
The choir of angels must sing lullabies
Maybe quieten their tiny cries.

The Father must come by each day
To cuddle and play in a special way
These tiny spirits left earth too soon
Little ones called Home from the womb.

These sparks of life did not perish
But came to the Father's love to cherish,
To grow and be taught in His own arms
Safely away from all earthly harm.

The comforter was sent to earth at once
To the parents who lost their little one
Their hearts so ache, t heir arms feel empty
The question 'why' seems so tempting.

Then all at once in the midst of tears
There comes a peace that stills the fears
The parents share the Father's own need
To hold their tiny spirit being.

They relinquish their own desperate hold
And release their baby to the Father's fold,
Then comes an angel to whisper the truth
Of a nursery in Heaven bearing rich fruit

Of tiny spirits chosen to worship the Father
A place that couldn't be filled by another,
Called to be spared from the struggles of earth,
Chosen to be one of Heaven's births.

So Father, whisper words of love from me
To our unborn 'life' in your nursery.



By Rebekah Milne, Mildura, SA, Australia,
written after her own miscarriage.

I'm Drinking From My Saucer

I'm Drinking From My Saucer!

I've never made a fortune

And it's probably too late now.

But I don't worry much about that,

For I'm happy anyhow.

And as I go along life's way,

I'm reaping better than I sowed.

I'm drinking from my saucer,

"’Cause my cup has overflowed."

I haven’t got a lot of riches,

And sometimes the going's tough,

But I've got loving ones around me,

And that makes me rich enough.

I thank God for his blessings,

And the mercies He's bestowed.

I'm drinking from my saucer,

"’Cause my cup has overflowed."

I remember times when things went wrong,

My faith wore somewhat thin.

But all at once the dark clouds broke,

And sun peeped through again.

So help me not to gripe, oh Lord,

About the tough rows that I've hoed.

I'm drinking from my saucer,

"’Cause my cup has overflowed."

If God gives me strength and courage,

When the way grows steep and rough.

I'll not ask for other blessings,

I'm already blessed enough.

And may I never be too busy,

To help others bear their loads.

Then I'll keep drinking from my saucer,

"’Cause my cup has overflowed."

 

Source Unknown.

 

Ouch!

OUCH!

"Ouch!" says the lump of clay as the Potter throws it back on the wheel.

The wheel spins faster and faster as the firm hand of the Potter begins to shape the clay.

"Stop it, I can’t take any more".

"I am creating a vessel of honour - an instrument of great unsurpassed

beauty to be of service in the courts of the King."

"Not my will, but thine be done."

"Ouch!" says the ruby as the Craftsman chips away at the unwanted matter.

The sharp instrument grinds deeper as the firm hand of the Craftsman transforms the

ruby.

"Stop it, I can’t take any more".

"I chose you to be a priceless gem in the palace of the King - a radiant, beautiful treasure of great worth."

"Not my will, but thine be done "

"Ouch!" says the gold as the Refiner places it in the furnace.

The dross drips away as the Refiner turns up the heat.

"Stop it, I can’t take any more".

"You are being fashioned to shine forever in the King’s domain where you

will reign together in spender and majesty."

"Not my will, but thine be done."

"Ouch!" says the tree as the Gardener prunes another branch.

The saw cuts away at the flesh causing great pain.

"Stop it, I can’t take any more."

"This must be done in order for you to bear more fruit in the garden of the

King."

"Not my will, but thine be done."

"Ouch!" says the woman as her Father prizes out a root of rebellion from her

heart.

The procedure is agonizingly painful.

"Stop it, I can’t take any more."

"My precious daughter" replies her Father, "I need to do this to transform

you into the image of My own dear Son. Weeping may endure for the night, but joy

comes in the morning. Whom the Lord loves, He chastens. The loving discipline

may hurt, but it is necessary, for the end result will be glorious. I must

bring to your attention the things that hinder your maturity so that I can purge them from

your heart forever. I am adorning My glorious bride to rule and reign with Me in

My Kingdom. I am taking you from glory to glory - from strength to strength.

I am stamping my own image upon your heart as you yield to My hand upon your

life."

"Not my will, but thine be done."

 

By DELWYN McALISTER – reflecting recent trials

Griffith, New South Wales, Australia

God has blessed Brent and Delwyn with Marguerite (13), Rosanne (10 ½), Gloria (6), Christy-Anne (3) and sweet baby Ruby (6 months).

Delwyn edits a magazine for mothers called, Keepers at Home to provide Christian women with a forum for sharing and encouraging each other in being a wife and mother. Available for $25.00 a year from:

KEEPERS AT HOME

P O Box 225 Tokoroa NZ

P O Box 2207 Griffith NSW Australia

Fax Australia 02 69629720

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Web site www.keepersathome.firm.tc

 

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