Do you remember her? The woman who walked the pews of the church passing out hugs and candy as she searched for unfamiliar faces. She never met a stranger. When your eyes met hers you saw a long-lost friend with kindness coming from deep within. She never saw the piercings, tattoos, the worn out dress, the dirty faced children, the rushing out of the car, or your church track record. She saw God’s children, her fellow brother and sister coming to a sweet place of fellowship and worship. She instantly bought ease and comfort to tense shoulders and fake smiles. She had the power to open the windows to your soul until the pain, struggles, and aggravations poured out. She simply listened, judgment never crossed her mind.
She was an extension of all we needed. The hands and feet of Jesus. She bought the scriptures to life. She was a fountain of wisdom with words carefully separated between self and spirit. Some how she always managed to speak from the spirit. She spoke of things most don’t. Things like sticking with your marriage through the hard times, capturing the heart of your children, and of the home being the foundation and our domain. She wiped tears, wrangled children, laughed with you and most importantly spoke truth to your soul.
Unfortunately the church lady, in most cases, has been replaced by the busy body. We can feel it. Feel the judgment and can see the eyes scanning on what we feel like is our crazy mess of a family. So we hold in the struggles and try to cover the tattoos, and strive our best to shine the image of approval. We slowly forget the reason we came in the first place.
If you are one of the lucky ones with a God sent church lady then treasure her, mimic her, and follow in her footsteps.
If you don’t have a church lady then be the church lady.
Show others the kind of God we serve. Look at the people around you through His eyes. Lift them up and point them to the blessings around them. Share the truths and all about God’s goodness. Hug necks when loss and failures encompass them. Love on the screaming baby, the teen rolling their eyes, and the busy toddler.
We have the opportunity to bring in a new generation of church ladies. To fulfill the Titus 2 mandate. “Then they can urge the younger women to love their husbands, and children, to be self-controlled and pure, to be busy at home, to be kind, and to be subject to their husbands, so that no one will malign the word of God.”
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My second little girl battled with horrible diaper rash when she was a baby. We switched diaper brands, watched what she ate, and tried every ointment from the store you could imagine. At one point when she was on antibiotics for an infection her diaper rash was so bad that her bottom bled. They prescribed me a very expensive steroid cream and told me to mix it with another popular brand of diaper cream that also contained a slew of harmful ingredients. Being naive I took their word for it. It took almost a week before there were any improvements.
As I have had children and am learning and falling in love with natural remedies…never again will I treat a diaper rash the same way. I have found ways that will make the diaper rash disappear 10 times faster, contains one ingredient, and is made by God. Sounds good huh?
Lavender is the secret essential oil to rid your sweet baby of that diaper rash.
Let me tell ya why Lavender essential oil works so well and why you have to use it. The first man to realize how awesome the stuff was is a scientist named Rene Gattefosse. His arm was severely burned in a lab accident. When he applied lavender to his arm he saw its amazing ability to promote tissue regeneration and how quickly his wounds were gone.
Let’s move this into a diaper rash scenario. The bottom is inflamed, red, soar, has possibly blistered the skin and is at high risk for infection. Your baby is very cranky and is screaming every time there is a diaper change.
Here is where the lavender is so wonderful… It is an antiseptic and antifungal to decrease the risk for infections and fungus. It is an analgesic to aid in the pain and soreness. It is anti-inflammatory to help with redness and inflammation. The scent of lavender has a calming and relaxing effect for the crankiness. Lavender takes care of every diaper rash symptom!
Top 3 Tips for applying:
Dilute 1 drop of lavender in 1 Tbs of a carrier oil and apply to the rash after every diaper change.
Add 40 drops of Lavender oil to a couple of ounces of pure water into a spray bottle. Coat rash in spray at every diaper change.
Apply a homemade baby powder by using cornstarch with 20 drops of lavender. The lavender will act to repel moisture while the powder will absorb it.
*update* I came up with a baby butter cream specifically for diaper rash. This stuff is amazing! If I am out of this cream then I still use one of the above methods.
1/4 cup of shea butter
1/8 cup of coconut oil
1/8 cup of jojoba oil
12 drops of lavender
-Place the shea butter and all of the oils together in double broiler to melt. (Except the lavender essential oil)
-Refrigerate until it turns white.
-Add in the lavender essential oil and blend with electric mixer until it gets fluffy. This cream is so soft I have even made some extra to use on my face. LOVE it!
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“Believe me, I am the first one to tell you children are indeed blessings. I believe it, and live it with all of my being. They are apart of my testimony, the reason I don’t use any hormonal birth control, and why I’m passionate about homeschooling.
I gotta tell ya, sometimes, children don’t always feel like a blessing. Know what I mean?…”
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She is strong and influential. Her reach extends beyond the realm of her family as she walks in grace, truth, and honor. Her humble disposition draws others to her words of wisdom. Opinions aren’t worth her precious time. She speaks life into others and always seeks out the good. She has a heart of discernment and uses God’s word as her source, her guide, and her sword.
She has it. The skill of beautiful submission. She sees through the eyes of her Creator as she looks at her husband. He is the appointed leader that she compliments, perfects, and gives life to. She knows her position and she does it well. She is the heart behind her husband. She makes it easy for him to love, protect, and praise her. She sees no need to prove herself because she is confident in who she is in her heavenly Father’s eyes.
She notices the way of women today. They are all at the end of their ropes fighting to be heard, be seen, and be in control. The struggle is so heavy and thick like a wool blanket on a summer day. Her husband gives up and gives in. What is seen as a compromise is really a defeat. It’s the small prick in the big picture plan. The prick continues to ooze until most of the sweetness of the bond is gone.
The freedom comes in the submission. She simply does her role. She respects her husband and always holds him in the highest regard. Respect to a man only helps him become the man God has called him to be. What a pivotal role to have. She sees that and takes action by sitting down, letting him take the spotlight, and holding his hand through it all. What a beautiful power she has to turn a man into a leader. What a privilege to watch and to fully anticipate.
She knows the power behind her submission. She knows the God given order for family and abides by it. She is aware it is for her best interest. The submitting to her husband is not something she takes lightly. It isn’t her obligation but rather her calling. It is her calling to lift him up, cover him in prayer, and bless him all the days of his life.
Let’s take off our angry disposition as we push him to the side to stand in front. Instead… Let’s be that soft landing place at the end of the day. Let’s be the first one they want to call with the good news and bad. Let’s be the woman worth protecting and investing time into because we are seen as precious. Let’s make his life worth living. Let’s point him to the Savior. Let’s always aspire to be the woman who understands the power of submission.
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This is the third year I have revised this article. You have to make this stuff!! It is a staple in our home.
A few years ago I found myself desperate. I had three children at the time and was stuck in bed with strep throat and the flu…Oh, and my husband was at the fire station. In an attempt to get myself out of the bed as soon as possible I started looking for some home or herbal remedies to speed up the process. I couldn’t afford to be out of commission for very long.
Through all of my research everything kept pointing back to elderberries and all of the amazing properties they contain to prevent and even fight against the flu. Up until this point I had never even heard of elderberries, but like I said, I was desperate. I figured it couldn’t hurt to try.
I went to the store to get my ingredients for a recipe on elderberry syrup I found on the blog jillshomeremedies.com. This recipe is frugal friendly and makes a lot. Once at home I wasted no time making it and started taking the remedy soon after. Since I was so sick I consumed it every hour starting that afternoon until bedtime. I slept the best I had all week.
When I woke up, I’m not kidding, my symptoms were gone!!! I was still a bit weak from not eating or drinking but the sore throat, fevers, and body aches were no where in sight. I was able to care for my children and get back into life.
From that moment on I started telling everyone!! If someone came by my house not feeling well, I served them up my concoction. I have had numerous people in my family and friends talk about how wonderful the elderberry syrup was and how fast it took away their symptoms.
Every flu season I make a fresh batch. I have even made some to give as part of birthday presents this time of year. My goal is prevention for my entire family. I take thrill in the least amount of doctor trips as possible.
Here is the recipe I use. If you go to Jill’s recipe she also includes a video tutorial that is really great.
- 1 cup dried elderberry I purchase mine from the Bulk Herb Store.
- 2 cups water
- 1 1/2 cups of raw honey
- 1/2 cup raw apple cider vinegar
Simmer elderberries in water for 30 minutes. Mash them, then strain into your quart sized jar. Add in honey and vinegar. This keeps for 6 months in the fridge.
For prevention you can take it just once a day. If you end up getting sick it is safe to take every hour until your feeling better
My kids love the taste and ask for it everyday. The raw local honey and the apple cider vinegar only add to the awesome health benefits of this syrup.
“I see you. I see the fear, the joy, the anxiety, the worry washed all over your hopeful face. You have pride for this child beaming from your heart paired with a fierce protection to uphold the innocence in their souls…”
Head over to A Mama’s Story with me and read the rest. This is a tribute to my mother.
I see it, hear it, smell it, taste it, and feel it. The deep desire molds and transforms into a vivid dream. So vivid I can feel the rock and dirt beneath my dusty boots. My hair is blown off my face by the gentle breeze swaying back and forth the tall blades of grass. I can feel the callous formed on my hand from turning nothing into something. I can hear breathless children running to roam, explore, and grow. The sounds of familiar animals abound and meander through field and tree. The scent of rich earth, old wood, and life are present in every breath I inhale. I can see the raw beauty of new growth, life, starry nights, and the rising of a sun dripping warmth on everything it touches.
The dream continues at a slow, intentional pace.
I can taste the sweetness of the simplest of foods raised in nothing more than rain, dirt, and sunshine. My mouth waters as the simple turns into a creation of love placed on a table filled with precious people all around. The stories shared and memories tucked away around the old scratched table brings warmth to my heart. I can feel the softness of worn out couch cushions and can hear the squeak of the porch swing. This is just too much, my heart may burst.
I can see it. I can see the little home filled with every lovely piece of family history. Small chunks of dried mud are scattered from one porch to the next. I hear the slam of the screen door as the freedom to run flows through my children’s veins. I feel shade from hovering trees providing a sanctuary. I see the old worn quilt laying in the grass with remnants of children’s lunch scattered across.
I can feel the sense of values, experience, honor, hard work, determination, curiosity, ingenuity, encircling and taking place in our souls where there were empty spaces we never knew existed. I want to stay here. The place I want to grow old with my husband in. The place I want to raise and love my children in. The place where others flock to get away from it all in my piece of paradise…
Though the dream is beautiful, I must open my eyes. I am missing it. Missing the here and now. The beauty of the wait.
For now I’ll take the desire that gave birth to my beautiful dream and praise the good Lord above. Rest in the contentment. The desire that was woven into the tapestry of my life was done by Him. I’ll wring my heart out so my desires can flow into the every day. To let them seep into every crevice of my life. I’ll strive to live and walk out those desires right here and right now. Not to wait on the planned circumstance or when the next time I close my eyes lost in a daydream. I don’t want to miss the chance to live the beauty that lies within today.
So until the farm dream burst into a beautiful reality, I’ll let the desire take over and live it now, for Him.
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My heart aches, it’s broken. I’m watching it again. Watching a precious family torn to bits by the devastation of separation and divorce. It never ceases to amaze me how deep and far spread the impact entangles itself. It’s like a cancer multiplying, killing, and bringing dysfunction to a life-giving sacrament.
This is satan’s work at it’s finest. Finding the weak spots and holes then filling it with lies and deceit. He finds his victory in our tears. He is giving a standing ovation every time a door is slammed and names are called. His hands are clapping as children watch and listen from the other room. He chuckles as lives crumble into a heap of all the other mess he has created around the world.
We have to hate it. Hate it all. Hate divorce, all things contributing, and all things promoting. We are in a battlefield.
We have to fight for the beauty. The beauty of struggles, but sticking it out anyway. The beauty of the entwining of imperfect lives in need of a savior. The beauty of sacrifice and unconditional love. The beauty of a promise kept even when times are tough.
We have to love. Love it all. Love the commitment, all things contributing, and all things promoting.
I believe in restoration and healing. This is God’s business. The most impossible situations can rise from the ashes into a spring of love, hope, and determination. I believe in God’s blueprints for life and marriage. I know that when followed, they flourish. I believe it’s all worth it. I believe we must fight and be on guard. I believe we have to stay on our knees asking God to protect our marriage and families.
A wise woman once said, “Make your sweet memories now so they can help carry you through the hard seasons of marriage.”
When times get tough, use the ammunition of your sweetest memories. Let’s always remember the times you both laughed so hard you cried. Remember the day your first baby was placed in your arms. Don’t forget all of the burnt dinners, the walks, and the falling asleep on the couch. Remember how many times the alarm clock would ring until you kicked him to turn it off. Don’t forget the anniversaries, the new house, the endless home projects, the long overdue date nights, the accomplishment of surviving your baby’s first year, the promotions, the answered prayers, the friendships… Make your own list and add to it frequently.
Reflect on your list, fan the flame, love with all your might, and pray like there is no tomorrow.
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I am a great admirer of anything from the olden days. There is precious wisdom found through stories and practices from long ago. A time when life was lived with more intention in a slower pace. That is my mission for my family.
Tea time has bought such sweetness to our days. It’s simple, connecting, and is a memory maker. I was first inspired to carve out this time by reading one of my favorite books, “The Mission of Motherhood,” by Sally Clarckson. This book touched my heart in so many ways. It contained a lot of what I felt and was able to give me direction to put it into action.
In order to create this into a lifelong habit, I needed to capture their hearts. I decided to incorporate our read aloud time into this hoping to form another worthwhile habit. My first book of choice was, “The Chronicles of Narnia, The Lion,The Witch and The Wardrobe,” by C.S. Lewis. This brilliant book did not disappoint. It is such a beautifully written piece of literature that grabbed everyone’s heart, mind, and soul from the first page. They still mention the characters from when we read about it months ago. Since that time we have read a slew of other books. My favorites have been, “Charlotte’s Web,” by E. B. White, “The Story of Doctor Dolittle,” by Hugh Lofting, and “Little House in the Big woods” by Laura Ingalls Wilder.
Now, for the goodness of the tea. My favorite place to purchase my tea is from the Bulk Herb Store. All of their teas are certified organic and are very healthy for you and your babes. I started consuming their herbal tea almost two years ago during my last pregnancy. My children really like any of their cinnamon teas. Browse around and I’m sure you’ll find a tea to try that will suit your family.
Now before you get the perfectly mannered, peaceful tea time fantasy flowing through your brain… remember this is a habit of life’s goodness we are trying to form. There has been plenty of discipline going around during our tea time, but the moments have been so worth it! Make this a priority, you won’t regret it.
As a side note, be sure to include your little guys. Grab them a man mug and pull up a chair. This isn’t just for the ladies. He will enjoy the treats just as well and can have the opportunity to hear about heroes and men of honor.
This time is so precious. Let’s take some lessons from long ago, sip on some tea every now and then and share some stories:)
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