"It is in her own home that warmth of heart and openness of hand are first to be shown. It is as wife and mother that a woman performs her most sacred ministry. Her hand wipes away the teardrops when there is sorrow. In sickness, she is that tender nurse. She bears upon her own heart every burden that weighs upon her husband. No matter how the world goes with him during the day, when he enters his own door he meets the fragrant atmosphere of love. Other friends may forsake him, but she clings to him with unalterable fidelity. When gloom comes down and adversity falls upon him, her faithful eyes look ever into his like two stars of hope shining in the darkness. When his heart is crushed, beneath her smile it gathers itself again into strength."
~~J. R. Miller, Home-Making
Lord, continue to carve away the sharp edges that jut out and scrape, wound or irritate the soul of my beloved husband.
May I always bear the burdens of my beloved...
May he always enter his home to find a pleasing atmosphere of love...
May I always bring hope to him...
May I always be a source of encouragement and strength to him...
May he always look into faithful eyes...
~~~
posted by Mrs. Klause
October 25, 2010
Pray that for me, too, and my beloved?
(So blessed to have caught up with you!)
Posted by: Jacqueline | January 19, 2011 at 11:42 PM