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It’s OK to be a Home-Maker

It is.

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It really is okay to be a homemaker, a housewife, a stay-at-home Mum, whatever you want to call it. I was pondering this as I vacuumed my house today.

I reckon this job is the most denigrated job in the Western world nowadays.

And it is a job. It is hard work with absolutely no financial rewards.

And that is what this world values highly isn’t it? Money. Power and prestige go a long way too.  But generally what the world values and considers important is the opposite to what God values and considers important.

Being a homemaker has none of those rewards. The work one does is generally thankless. There is certainly no prestige to scrubbing toilet bowls and making shopping lists. And power? Good grief – what’s that?

But I will confess – I love it.

Yes I do. I enjoy cleaning up and keeping my house tidy. I enjoy folding washing and putting it away. I take pride in my home and like sharing it with others. I enjoy growing vegies in my garden and the reward of harvesting them. I enjoy buying trinkets and decorative items for our home. Does this make me shallow and materialistic? Maybe. Yet I will continue to like it anyway. I love being there when my kids are home from school. I love being able to help them with homework and listen to readers. (Disclaimer: I do dislike cleaning the shower and ironing, any ironing…)

Am I a martyr?

I don’t think so. I just have zero ambition in the workplace. Absolutely ZERO. Gosh that even sounds wrong to me to admit to that.

The thought of climbing a corporate ladder does not appeal to me. All that effort and energy going into some impersonal corporation – ew. But the thought of putting effort and energy into my family and kids, the idea that I can build something into them by being with them and making their home lovely gives me pleasure.  I AM this kind of “ambitious” when it comes to my family.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have a problem with mums who do paid work. I think they are amazing. I honestly don’t know how they do it. I get that the system is set up so that most families can only survive on double incomes. And single mums? I know lots of them and wow, they are quite simply heroes – carrying the burden of everything at once.

stay at homeBut I do want to free up stay-at-home mums. For the last few decades what we do has been cast aside as pathetic, old-fashioned and value-less.

I am here to say that being a homemaker is the exact opposite of that.

It is not pathetic to take pride in your work around the home and with your children. It is a GOOD thing. God’s Word says :

“And whatsoever you do, do it heartily, as to the Lord…” Colossians 3:23

You can be a home-maker and intelligent.  You can be a housewife and contribute to society.  You can be a stay-at-home Mum and be inspired.  What we do is just as important as paid work.

For any stay-at-home mums out there, what you are doing is worth more than a billion dollars. You are creating a loving, caring, clean and lovely home for your family. You are building into your children, time, energy, effort, love and there is no way to measure that value.

Take heart, there is someone who sees your hard work and He will reward you one day.

God bless,

Belinda


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Where Have all the Warriors Gone?

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The battle field is empty
The soldiers all gone
Weapons discarded
Unused, forgotten, alone

A tired old banner hangs,
sad and forlorn
And I stand and look and wonder:
Where have all the warriors gone?

The belt of truth, I see
It lays forgotten in the field
Look, at those brave soldiers’ boots
That used to tread out
The gospel of peace

What to make of this?
What on earth has happened?
I look beyond the hill
And I see the enemy-
He still advances

His banners read “Peace
We want no war with you”
Another:
“Go home,
put your feet up
And we will leave you alone”

Alas I now can see it:
The warriors – why they’ve gone,
They’ve believed the propaganda
And they’ve all headed home

Comfort, convenience,
Relevance, Reputation.
These are the only things
For which the “church” will fight
In this last generation.

The sword is at my feet….
Dare I….?
What can one person do?
And (the big one):
What WILL they think?
in my mind, these make a to-do

I don’t care anymore
I’ll do it!
I lift up the sword!
In my hands it is powerful, alive
The eternal Word of God

As I lift it up
Those ancient words
In my heart revive
“for to whomsoever i shall send thee
Thou shalt go
And whatsoever i command thee
Thou shalt speak”

I stand

My son's work, 7yo

My son’s work, 7yo

The fear of man all gone
In its place – the fear of God
It surrounds me
And propels me forward
Where those before me trod.

My daughter's work, 10yo

My daughter’s work, 10yo

Give me one hundred men who fear nothing but sin, and desire nothing but God, and I care not a straw whether they be clergymen or laymen; such alone will shake the gates of hell and set up the kingdom of heaven on Earth.” John Wesley


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Today’s Street Preaching 21st November

Today I was so blessed because a large group of Asian teenage students bourbonstreet1came along when H was preaching.  They stopped and were listening. I went over to them with tracts and little books containing the gospel of John.  They were so hungry for the gospel.  They clamoured for tracts.  When one saw I had little books as well, she cried out “I want a little book!”  Well that set off the rest of the group who all also didn’t want to miss out and clamoured for the “little books”.  They were so pleased and thanked me profusely.

It is rare to see that kind of hunger here in Australia.  Oh God have mercy on us.

The Holy Spirit gave us Judges 7:13, 14 before we went in to preach today:

And when Gideon was come, behold, there was a man that told a dream unto his fellow, and said, Behold, I dreamed a dream, and, lo, a cake of barley bread tumbled into the host of Midian, and came unto a tent, and smote it that it fell, and overturned it, that the tent lay along. 14And his fellow answered and said, This is nothing else save the sword of Gideon the son of Joash, a man of Israel: for into his hand hath God delivered Midian, and all the host.”

Just as God sent Gideon into battle the enemy with only 300 men, so God today sent 3 women in to the enemy’s territory.

When we first arrived there was a strange feel to the place.  I suddenly felt very ill with nerves.  My stomach came down with a bad case of butterflies looking at all the people.

The best antidote for fear and nerves I have found is to get on with preaching immediately.  If I procrastinate I can lose my nerve and sink into a mire of fear.

The funny thing is that as soon as I begin to preach the fear always leaves immediately.  The strange feel to the place also left too.

I want to encourage you that our individual testimony of God’s grace and power in our life is powerful.  H was sharing her testimony when a young man walked past.  He kept stopping and looking back at her as she spoke about how God had changed her.  Eventually he came back and asked me for a tract.

We each have a testimony to share with someone – and that is sufficient to be able to bring the gospel to someone who is lost.

These words from Wesley’s hymn “Hark the Herald Angels Sing” were on my heart all day today:

Hark the herald angels sing:

Glory to the new born King

Peace on earth and mercy mild

God and sinner reconciled!”

That’s what it’s all about.

God bless you!

 

 

 

 

 


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What I Learnt from an Imposter

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I met him on the street and shared the gospel with him. Weeping bitterly on the street, not caring who saw him, he seemed to genuinely repent of his sins. The next time I saw him he seemed completely different, happy, in control. To me that demonstrated the “fruit” of true salvation.

How wrong I was.

One may wonder if it is even possible that somebody could pretend to be a Christian. Yes, it’s definitely possible. Paul says in 2 Timothy 3:13

“But evil men and impostors will grow worse and worse, deceiving and being deceived”.

So here are some things that I learnt from 4 confusing, consuming months with an imposter:

  • That it is so important to be able to recognize other people after the Spirit, rather than according to the flesh. 2 Corinthians 5:16.

 

  • That we need to be able to test the spirits. (1 John 4:1) Even though someone may have amazing “revelations”, quote scripture, do all the right things, seem spiritual, this can all be a facade. We need to listen to the Spirit. Is there a check in our spirit regarding this person? Ask God for the gift of discernment.

 

  • Never to put any human being EVER before my own children (yes, sadly I had to learn this lesson)

 

  • To listen to my husband and my father, especially because they are Christians. Sadly, as Eve was deceived by Satan, it does seem to be easier for women, in general, to be deceived than men.

 

  • That my desperation to see “results” of my work in the gospel had opened the door to the enemy.  Christ should always be the centre – not our ministry, not results, not fruit.

 

  •  That I should not be too quick to trust, but at the same time, not become hard and cynical.  Trust needs to be earned.

 

  • That the devil seeks to consume us. Consume time, energy, spiritual life, emotional well-being. Any way he can destroy us through exhaustion/burn out he will attempt it.

 

  • That God is not the author of confusion nor disorder, but of peace. (1 Corinthians 14:33). If there is confusion, disorder, if things seem to becoming undone and out of control then the situation is not of Him.

(On this note, God gave me a dream around this time:

In the dream I invited a new friend to my home I believed to be

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spiritual.  Suddenly and unexpectedly this friend started throwing furniture around my home. It was scary, confusing and out of control. This is exactly what the devil will do if you give him right of access in any way.) 

  • That an imposter can have a lying spirit and so will tell you things that they can’t possibly know without some sort of supernatural help. What this guy told me I thought was from God, when his source was actually Satan.

 

  • That because God knew my heart was sincere towards Him  and that because I really did seek God’s will for my life, God did not let the situation go any further or for any longer than He had pre-determined according to His sovereign will. In a period of 48 hours God exposed the lies and deception of the imposter completely and entirely.

 

  • That God is kind. I mean really so KIND. Even when we make mistakes and mess things up. He was so gentle with me during this time, especially during the period that He removed the veil of deception from my eyes. By this time my body was steeped in physical exhaustion, my emotions were all over the place and my faith was flagging. God knew, and He was oh-so gentle with me. He upheld me and I will never, ever forget His gentle kindness towards me – His imperfect, erring servant.

 

  • That God is still in control in the chaotic situations of our lives – IF we are truly yielded to Him.

 

  • That God used this situation to teach us so much. Discernment, wisdom, knowing others after the Spirit can unfortunately only be learned through hard-experience.

 

The hard and confusing thing about this situation was that we really did love this guy. We sincerely wanted to see him saved. We truly wanted to be used of God. We had a zeal for God, but not the wisdom to accompany it.

Even though this was one of the hardest times I have experienced, God used it and taught us greatly and abundantly. Now years later, I see the fruit and depth of that experience in us and blessing others. I pray that this post will speak to someone who may be going through a similar situation. I pray others will learn through my mistakes.  May God bless you with His kindness, wisdom and discernment.

“I will also tear off your veils and deliver My people out of your hand, and they shall no longer be as prey in your hand.  Then you shall know that I am the Lord.  Because with lies you have made the heart of the righteous sad, whom I have not made sad…” Ezekiel 13:21, 22

Belinda 🙂

 


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Satisfied

All my life I had a longing

For a drink from some clear spring,
That I hoped would quench the burning
Of the thirst I felt within.

Feeding on the husks around me,
Till my strength was almost gone,
Longed my soul for something better,
Only still to hunger on.

Poor I was, and sought for riches,
Something that would satisfy,
But the dust I gathered round me
Only mocked my soul’s sad cry.

Hallelujah! I have found Him
Whom my soul so long has craved!
Jesus satisfies my longings,
Through His blood I now am saved.

Well of water, ever springing,
Bread of life so rich and free,
Untold wealth that never faileth,
My Redeemer is to me.

 

Words by Clara T Williams, 1875

You can listen to this song here: https://soundcloud.com/chelseamoonmusic/13-satisfied

 


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In the Secret of His Presence

In the secret of His presence

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  How my soul delights to hide!
Oh, how precious are the lessons
  Which I learn at Jesus’ side!
Earthly cares can never vex me,
  Neither trials lay me low;
For when Satan comes to tempt me,
  To the secret place I go

When my soul is faint and thirsty,
  ’Neath the shadow of His wing
There is cool and pleasant shelter,
  And a fresh and crystal spring;
And my Savior rests beside me,
  As we hold communion sweet;
If I tried, I could not utter
  What He says when thus we meet.

Only this I know: I tell Him
  All my doubts and griefs and fears;
Oh, how patiently He listens!
  And my drooping soul He cheers;
Do you think He ne’er reproves me?
  What a false friend He would be,
If He never, never told me
  Of the sins which He must see.

Would you like to know that sweetness
  Of the secret of the Lord?
Go and hide beneath His shadow;
  This shall then be your reward;
And whene’er you leave the silence
  Of that happy meeting-place,
By the Spirit bear the image
  Of the Master in your face.

Ellen Lakshmi Goreh, 1853