tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89052649451323870062024-03-18T05:48:42.123-04:00 - A Revival for Homemakers - with Connie HultquistLetters to Mothers at HomeMrs. Whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13265603931136498066noreply@blogger.comBlogger121125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905264945132387006.post-47258850030469433732023-11-10T15:58:00.001-05:002023-11-10T16:02:57.375-05:00Papa's Car<p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2wU-e5EfaUNWTxHOPjR8nYn-TDsV_FIrL7Be2ertA5tKTpUP3fNwSnsoZStjasK-G3P0ba25gStPy7eN26m7sjnJuWMA7bnHso4fi-RsmIA6sIaRB7b83XaH_tI88dOL_BggFWtksn7gU/s1600/evening+kitchen.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2wU-e5EfaUNWTxHOPjR8nYn-TDsV_FIrL7Be2ertA5tKTpUP3fNwSnsoZStjasK-G3P0ba25gStPy7eN26m7sjnJuWMA7bnHso4fi-RsmIA6sIaRB7b83XaH_tI88dOL_BggFWtksn7gU/s400/evening+kitchen.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Connie's Kitchen<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>{From the Archives of Connie's Letters, September 2007.}</i></p><br /><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Dear Mothers,</span></p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><span style="font-size: medium;">Oh man yesterday I had to take my Mom to the hospital for tests. . Nothing to do with anything but..well she has a lot of good insurance and they give her tests on tests and don't even know what they do with the tests..they lose them..But I have to drive <span class="il">Papa's</span> <span class="il">car</span> over to her house to take her <span class="il">car</span> and her to the hospital.."I don't ride in any <span class="il">car</span> that doesn't have air conditioning," she tells me ..So I have to drive this nice <span class="il">car</span> with all the windows up, barefoot as the dang thing actually has good breaks..and runs like a top.. And God knows as soon as my tour of duty is over I can't wait to get out to <span class="il">Papa's</span> <span class="il">car</span> and escape through the woods home..barefoot as I drive.."That's against the law," the queen yells..</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">In <span class="il">Papa's</span> <span class="il">car</span> I have to drive with the widows down as the muffler has a whole in it and my brother told me I would get asphyxiated if I drove with the windows up..I will get it all fixed before winter. Anyway <span class="il">Papa</span> always drove with the window down anyway..even in the winter.. Always smokin and blowin the smoke out the window..When ya drive that <span class="il">car</span> ya work at it as if you had pedals to push under the <span class="il">car</span>.. But that's how Jim and I lived all the time anyway.. And I am just used to workin at drivin the <span class="il">car</span>..</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Well I didn't have a license for 38 years so I was never exactly at peace when I drove anyway..But now that I must chauffeur the queen, I must be legal.. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">My neighbor Chuck who mows my lawn with a tractor accidentally backed into<span class="il"> Papa's</span> <span class="il">car</span> a few months ago . .But we deserved it as we had at least 3 or 4 trees fall into Chuck's yard when storms came..So I told him we were now even..He said he was ok with that..Well Jim would always go over and clean Chuck's yard after the trees fell in it...But ya know I never feel Jim's presence quite so keen as I feel it in his <span class="il">car</span>.. "Oh <span class="il">Papa</span> I could never get rid of that <span class="il">car</span>." </span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Love Connie</span><br />
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<i>{From the Archives of Connie's Letters. September 19, 2007.}</i><br />
</p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Dear Mothers, </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> The Fall it seems is the time the Lord always calls so many of us back to the usual comfort foods that we have a lot of the year..Whenever I think of my family I think of how I started many comfort meals with a pound of hamburger. . Even if we were having company the meat portion remained the same..a pound of hamburger. . . I could be generous with the potatoes and beans or corn etc but the meat was a small amount. . I would make a lot of biscuits and gravy and vegetable soup with hamburger . . One favorite meal I made with wieners was this. . I would get out my big cast iron skillet and fry a pound of hot dogs. . You could fry onions and peppers in too. . the wieners, whole not cut up, and the onions in rounds. . Then when the meat was brown I would pour about 3 cans of pork and beans over this, drained. Then stir in about a fourth cup of brown sugar and a fourth cup of ketchup and a squirt of mustard. And lots of Black Pepper for Papa. . and salt. . Then bake this in the oven for about a half hour at medium heat. . </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Ya know, left over baked beans is good in sandwiches. . Back in the Depression Era? Meat was sometimes hard to come by unless your husband was a hunter. . So since beans had protein like meat the housewives used a lot of beans for meals. . I once read of a Depression era sandwich that I tried and love it to this day. . I eat it often. . You take some bread and spread some mayo on it and the left over baked beans. . You put a slice of onion on it and some lettuce and a slice of tomato. . This is my favorite sandwich. . But during the summers on the farm many families had all the vegetables and fruits they could eat. . So this was a wonderful Depression era summer lunch..</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Wild man used to eat radish sandwiches with butter on them or salad dressing. . He didn't like mayonnaise. . I liked it but never got any until after the kids were raised and left home. . For years I never got to drink instant tea unless we went some place as I couldn't afford it when the kids were home. .To belt out 3 bucks or so then for a jar of instant tea was out of the question.. I mean once in a while if we had extra money I got some instant tea but that wasn't often. . I made a lot of sun tea in those days..</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I made sure, as the Depression era mothers did, to always splurge on Papa's coffee. He didn't ask for a lot but I wanted to always run ahead of him and get him a name brand coffee to please him.. He deserved it and it took a lot out of him to work for all of us..So I tried to always have hot brewed coffee for him each morning before he went to work. Or on cold evenings if he was home late he knew Mama and the coffee would be warm at home waiting for him. . .</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Most of my life I am waiting for Papa. . And now I am waiting to see him in heaven. "I love you Papa if you are reading this. . . I am tryin to honor your memory and be an example to the kids." </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Love Connie</span><br />
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<i>{From the Archives of Connie's Letters, September 2008.}</i></p><br /><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Dear Mothers,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Good Morning. I have been thinking lately about my Aunt Eileen's farm. . I remember when the beans from her garden were coming on in the summertime. . The farm women were always up early in the morning for chores. But in the afternoon they would all sit around the TV. . . watching Soap Operas and snapping green beans to can when the soaps were over.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Gram lived in a little house on the farm property. . So she would help with the canning too. . Mom used to say, "Your Grandma would roll over in her grave if she saw how bad the soap operas of today have gotten." And oh yeah she would have. I remember when I was about 7 and the Honey Mooners were first on TV. . Gram Canaday would stay in the kitchen but would say, loud enough for the family to hear it. ."He doesn't need to talk to her like that." Meaning how Jackie Gleason spoke to his wife. . . Gram thought the Honey Mooners was a dirty show. . Gram probably never tasted any kind of fermented beverage in her life. . Soda pop was a stretch for her. . She never drank that either. . Never wore lipstick. .When my mom and her sisters came home with fingernail polish on, their dad tried to wash it off with soap and water.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">The housewives back when I was growing up wouldn't even wear shorts hardly at all, no matter how hot the summer was. . If they did have shorts on and someone talked them into going to town for something, they would say, "Well let me change clothes. . I wont wear shorts to town."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">My mother wouldn't wear any colors that were bright when I was growing up. . She did later on as the styles changed. . But she would say. ."I wont wear orange, it is too loud". . Loud colors were colors that brought attention to the woman. .Women were to be quiet and lady-like and always under control. <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Love Connie</span></p>
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<i>{From the Archives of Connie's Letters, April 2012.}</i></p><p><i> Part 1</i></p><p><i><br /></i></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><i> </i>Our Spiritual Journey in our marriage seemed to go from the deepest part of the ocean to the gates of Heaven.We were doing really well or we were giving up. . </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">In the 1970's we lived in this cute lil house. . It was just Jim and I and our son Jimmy who was about 4 yrs old. . Jim took a job that was about 7 miles away. . . We had no car.. I think Jim sold our car for some reason I forget now. . Anyway this husband of mine would have to start his walk to work about 2 hrs before he had to be there. . . He had to be to work in Marion at 11:00 in the evening. . He worked nights at a bakery a town away. . So anyway he would get off work the next morning at about 7:00. . or 8:00 when all the bakery produce was made. . So it was winter and if he couldn't find a way to work he would walk to work. And most of the time he did walk to work. . No buses around here ran this late. . </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">My parents were always mad at Jim for leaving the family etc. . But my dad said when He found out that Jim walked to work mostly every day in the snow. . Dad said "Well the guy has some good in him to walk to work every day in this freezing cold weather." My Dad always provided for our family. . so Dad appreciated Jim's spirit knowing what it was like to be tired after work after being on your feet for 8 or more hrs. . ."Then to have to walk home?" This was before Jim was saved. . . My Dad's words sure were an encouragement to Jim and I . . We were young at the time. . . I was only about 23 yrs old and Jim was about 29. . . </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I remember I would fix us a snack before he left for work in the evening. . . Usually we had popcorn and Kool-aid and we would watch it snow out the kitchen window. . . I would worry about him walking so far to work in the snow. But he would always say. ."Connie I will be ok.". . . He always told me, no matter what kind of mess we were in. . "Connie we will be ok."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Part 2 </i>(A message taken from the archives of Connie's writings, October 2013)</span></p><p><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> I think it is my forever burden about the heads of house
holds and the burden I have for them in our country. . I cry out for the
women of our country to encourage our men to listen to God without a
Word spoken to our husbands.......We need to pray for our country...for
our children and for our husbands..love connie</span></p><p> <br />
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</p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Mother is keeper at home, and keeper of Christmas. . . The guardian angel of home.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> I have heard families say, after the old fashioned mother died,"Why doesn't anyone want to get together for Christmas anymore?" Well in the old days, Mother always brought everyone together. She would invite everyone home for the holidays. When she died, then an older sister would carry on the family tradition.. But someone always took on the role as guardian of the home and family. Someone would take the role of Mother and gather the family up and love them and call them home. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> I remember back as a child. . I mean on Christmas? You had Christmas with the family. . . And Mom invited family and anyone around us who needed a place to come for Christmas. If I asked to bring someone no one knew, Mom would say, "Well sure, tell 'em to come on ahead. Everyone is welcome."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Oh the women cooked and cooked. The aunts brought pies galore. We children couldn't wait for Christmas. The families back then were so fenced into family and traditions. . Mother made sure that each year the traditions were followed to the letter. . Mother was the keeper of family traditions. And we children knew what to expect and that made us feel content and happy and loved.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">On Christmas eve, we children got to open one present. Then on Christmas morning we opened our other gifts. . About a week before Christmas, one of the aunts or my mother would have the Christmas dinner and Christmas gift exchange for the relatives. But the eve of Christmas and Christmas day was private, Just my Dad and Mom and we kids. It was a sacred day for just us. Mom and Dad weren't religious. But in our home, family was very important.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">And ya know family traditions wont just show up and hit ya over the head.They have to be planned and decided on by the mother in the home. Almost like making a covenant with God to be faithful to love your family. . . To show Christian love and care. . And some families don't have a strong mother to take this role. And so we as wives need to take up this place.. and be the keepers of Christmas Homes.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Can we pretend to adore Baby Jesus in the manger at Christmas and not love our brothers and sisters who are right in front of us? Dear Keepers at home, let's somehow, this year, put our Aprons on and make a Christmas for our loved ones. . Let's build some landmarks of traditions like walls of protection for our children. Isn't this how we would truly worship the living Christ and remember His birthday? By loving one another and serving those who He died for?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> Let's celebrate His life with love and a heart warming home. . A home where Mother is keeper of Christmas.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span>Love Connie</span></span></p><p> </p><p> <br />
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<i>{From the Archives of Connie's Letters. June 1, 2007.}</i><br />
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</p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Dear Mothers, </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Well yesterday in the mail I received a copy of my marriage license. . I needed it to apply for Social Security. . There it was in my hands . . Jim was 25 when we married and I was 19. Our original certificate had been torn up and thrown away as it said we had been married in prison. . The one I got in the mail didn't say that, thank the Lord...</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Oh that marriage certificate said so much to me..And lately as I have read the emails on the response group, and all the troubled marriages represented, the devil has said to me, "All you are doing is leading these wives off a cliff into a firey pit." My heart has been so heavy ..so troubled . . As I write I hold onto Papa's wedding ring as I read over what I have written. . The wedding ring that Papa didn't throw away. . He threw away many wedding rings in the ditch on the highway as he hitch-hiked out of town leaving me over 30 times..<br /> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Always my heart pined after him .. I loved him and then hated him and wanted to kill him how many times? I would beg the Lord to tell me, "Why can't we have a normal life?" or "Why do I have to go through all of this. . Don't you love me Lord?" And I couldn't figure out why the Lord would allow my kids to go through all of that.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">And my mind rushes forward almost 40 years to the day Papa died in the hospital after 26 years of joy and blessing . . . I hung onto Papa's lifeless body and told him, "Papa I will miss you every day.". . And the children, I worried so much about, gave their Daddy a wonderful memorial. . I gave Jesus my life and He didn't let me down. . The chaplain at the hospital told me again and again as I stood with my 6 precious children.."I have never seen such a beautiful family or so much love shown." There were no outbursts of temper or, "Why God why?" There was only peace as we each consoled each other with hugs and words of encouragement. . I whispered into each of the children's ears. ."Always love each other and the Lord. . This is how you will forever honor your Dad."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Jim's passing was so peaceful..And I have never felt out of control concerning it..I have missed my old Darling but always felt it was the Lord's will that he died when he did..Jim told me many times he was dying and he prepared me and then he died..And I have no regrets..I fought him at first over it..it was a time when I was very out of submission..But then Jim tried to tell me a week later. As I look back now, I can see in my spirit that I had accepted it as Papa told me it had to be...I had learned to submit to him ..He was my lord on earth, and Jesus was my Lord of all..</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">And now as I get Jim's Social Security and live in the family home he paid off, I remain as God called me at 19 years old.. a wife to Jim..Papa's helper..I will always be Jim's glory.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Part 2</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> And later on after Jim died I had a vision...I was at the back of a church and was dressed up. . Jim kept pointing me to the front of the church...Jim always introduced me to everyone he knew if we were at the grocery store or whatever. . I didn't want to be introduced and so I would pretend to be doing something else..So in my dream it was common that Jim would want to introduce me to Jesus..So in my dream Papa was trying to escort me down the aisle to Jesus. . Jim said, "This is your new husband." I love the Lord but I didn't want to hear that He was my husband on earth. . I am still not doing very well with that one as I feel Jim about me all the time. . . My heart still clings to Jim as my husband.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">But dear suffering wives who read my writings. . Oh my heart suffers with you. . And maybe you won't get a miracle as I had. . But I have to hang onto the fact that God didn't let me down..He just didn't let me down..He gave me a miracle and I enjoyed it to the hilt..I got to have 3 more children after Jim was saved and I homeschooled for I think about 18 years...I had the family I had dreamed of ..and prayed for. . I come out of 12 years of a horrid marriage without so much as the smell of smoke upon me. . As the Lord had told me, "Connie don't worry.. all is gonna be alright," and it was. . .</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Older believers used to tell me, "Connie you can't out give God." And I never understood that. . . I do now. . .Wives you can't out give the Lord. . . All that you give to Him in faith and trust He will give you back a double blessing.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">My suffering for that 12 years was nothing compared to the Joy I had later for many years. . And all that I teach on here is the truth and will line up with the Word of God..It's true and cannot be denied. . And you can never argue with a person who has a testimony. . I lived the truth of His Word and God gave me exceeding and abundantly more than I could ask or think. <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Love Connie</span></p><p> </p><p> <br />
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But its like, "What am I doing here?" </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Well I know you're thinking, I am just a bit slower on the draw then you all are. . In my heart of hearts I am thrilled . . this is such a faith adventure. . I love it. . but its as though I am wearing a pair of shoes that are way too big for me. . Or its like I have to grow spiritually into this position. . Its like I cry unto the Lord..."Lord I don't know how to do this,". . And yet I wouldn't miss it for the WORLD...!!!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">So I go before the Lord as a hunk of clay that is all goofed up. . And I say to the Lord, "Lord please make something out of me." I know I can't write in the flesh . . . I guess when we are weak He can be strong in us. . He does choose the foolish things of the earth to confound the wise. . I guess if I had a lot of confidence in my education or my degrees, maybe He couldn't use me. . But I guess I am just silly enough to make enough blunders and mistakes in front of God and everyone that it speaks to my readers, that if Connie can be used of God to write. . . then anyone can. . . My human weakness I think is my greatest value to the Lord. . Yet I hate it of course. . I would love to be perfect. . But that aint gonna happen. . . </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Part 2 "Oh Sweet Jesus"</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><span style="font-size: medium;">Well it helped for me to write that first part. . I can see I was looking at myself to see if I was good enough to be a writer. . But what the Lord uses me for is to show my weakness. And in my weakness He is made strong.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">When Jimmy my oldest son was here we talked about my writing. .This son of mine loves getting new college degrees. . He has a good job as a light designer. . I ask him if he read any of my writings and he said no. . Then he turns around to me and says, "How do you spell 'WOULD'?" He is full of dry humor. . I said, "Well Jimmy I started out writing on an email machine. . They are small and you can't write much. . So that's why I spell would as 'wud'. . I said sometimes I spell would 'wd' "..... I forgot to tell him that Andrew Jackson said that he didn't think very much of a person that couldn't think of more than one way to spell a word. . Jimmy has always said about me that I write for the common person on the street. . I took this as a complement. . But Jimmy is so funny. . he makes me laugh. . He helped me with my computer when he was here. . I appreciated that. . He took Computer Science in college. . But anyway he lives in Australia. . so I don't get to see him and his family that much. . Then here I spell like a hillbilly and Jimmy's wife is an English professor. . Oh GLORIOUS JESUS come down sweet chariots and please take us to Heaven with You.... </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Part 3 "Spiritual Rest"</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> Well I have been up most of the night . . But I am glad I got some things figured out . . Hopefully I will be peaceful now. . I can see I just have to obey the Lord. . I don't have to be perfect to write. . I just have to obey the Lord and write . . There is no rest like spiritual rest. I pray I will be like little Samuel, when he was a child. He heard the Lord speak to him and he said, "Speak Lord for thy servant heareth."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> <span>Love Connie</span></span></p><p> </p><p> {<b>Note from the administrator:</b> This writing has been gleaned from the archives of Connie's letters. Find out more about the posts on this blog by reading this<a href="https://conniehultquist.blogspot.com/p/about.html" target="_blank"><b> introduction</b></a>. }</p><p> </p><p><b>You are invited </b>on a <a href="https://conniehultquist.blogspot.com/p/home-tour-coming-soon.html" target="_blank">HOME TOUR </a>- a view of the inside of Connie's house. <br />
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<i>{From the Archives of Connie's Letters. October 6, 2009.}</i><br />
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<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> Ya know Jim and I went through Hell and high water, but the end of our
married lives was peace. No we didn't have perfect lives around here but
we were happy. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Oh my gosh we were poor. . . We ate lots of cornbread and
biscuits and gravy, Gobs of mashed potatoes and every meal began with
one pound of hamburger. Mary still says I make hamburgers like no one
else. Well I always used the hamburger with all the fat in it, it was
cheaper. . The kids now - days buy more lean meat. Man we lived on fat. All
of my kids were thin and Jim too. I got fatter as the kids got
older. But I was always really thin when the kids were babies.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">But we as
wives need to learn to be wives again and old-fashioned mothers. We are
called to be home and to pray for our families. We are to be raising
priests and prophets and handmaidens for God.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">We live in a rotten
society. But that doesn't mean that the Bible has changed, Or that God
changed His mind on a wife's call to domestication and holiness. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">And it
don't matter if the adult kids are livin' like Hell. Who cares, we are to
pray for them until they get it right. We gotta get in the dirt with 'em
and help them out. Fear screams at us that we cant do that. But yeah we
were sinners once so we can get down in the dirt with the kids. Well God
can't. He is holy. But He expects us to have mercy on our own flesh and
blood. It don't matter how old they are.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Oh I want to say so much to you
wives and moms as a Titus 2 mother. I want to teach you to be equipped for
every good work. I just wanna say, "Don't look at the world and what it
is doing in this age. Just do what the Word says even though it may seem
out of date, it isn't. The teachings in the Word for women are true. It says we are to be chaste, discreet keepers at home. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Be pure in all things. Do what is right
dear moms. Give your lives to the Lord and serve Him. Be missionaries in
your homes. Raise your children for the Lord with whatever you have. Be
Marys and Elisabeths. . . Sarahs and Ruths. Let these Bible prophetess' be
your examples. Draw and woo your husbands through prayer to be men of
God. Be their sword bearers and helpers. Pray for them until you see His
glory." <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Love Connie<br /></span>
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<i>{From the Archives of Connie's Letters. February 7, 2010.}</i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><i> </i></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Part 1 - "Dear Mothers"<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><span style="font-size: medium;">Dear Mothers,</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Well a storm is coming again. We missed the last one. . . I have to go to the store. . I need to make sure I have the wash done in case the
power goes out.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">This winter has been, um, snowy? Yesterday Mary called
on her way to work. She lives about 15 miles from town. So she usually
calls me on her way into town. I told her the news about Sissy. And I said, "Your Sister still does her shopping at the Salvation Army.". . Mary
said sadly. . . "Mom, we don't even have a Salvation Army in our town." I said,
"You're a Hultquist and you have no Salvation Army near you? That's
almost a crime."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I have told the story about the wheel chair at the
S.A...But I need a good laugh. One time when Mary was about 10 we were
all at the S.A. And Mary got tired of looking . . . So she went to the back
of the store and sat in this old wheel chair to wait for us. . Well this
Christian man was back there and he began to talk to Mary. . He told her
that he knew it must be hard to be sick and in a wheel chair. . . Mary was
so shy she didn't say anything. Pretty soon it was time to go and Jim
yelled for the kids to go. . . .Mary, of course, jumped out of the wheel chair
and ran for the door. . . That poor astonished man probably thought she got
healed or something. Mary told all of us the story later on. I told Mary
she should have just said she was resting in the wheel chair waiting for
her family. . . But Mary just stayed quiet. . . What a girl.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Another funny story
was this: Jim would pull into the Salvation Army parking lot and give the
kids a lecture before he allowed them out of the car. . . He had given them
each a couple bucks to spend. . . He would say to the kids,"Now when I say
you can go? Don't you all start running like crazy people for the
door.". . But when he said they could go. . . "GO" they would!!! You could hear the
pounding of running shoes on the pavement. . Like a fast herd of buffalo
they would stampede for the S.A. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Sis always told me,"Mom some day I want to work for the Salvation Army so I can get all the good stuff when
it first comes in." When Sis first came to NYC she would go to the S.A.
and buy clothes and she would then sell the clothes at the Vintage
Stores. . If you have an eye for what people like you can make some pretty
good money doing that. The first dresses she created were from old prom
dresses she got from the S.A. . Jimmy lived in NY at the time too. He said
he would see women walk by down-town in prom dresses Sis had made over
from the Salvation Army. They were women who normally wore the most
expensive designer dresses. Jimmy said he laughed his head off when he
saw these women walk by.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Mary has a real eye too for style. But she is
much more country . . She loves the long flowing skirts and dresses. She
loves to decorate at home. Mary's look is more Wild West. . Well sometimes,
and other times not. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Both girls could make it no matter where they
were. Sis said she would have died in NYC had she not known how to make
corn bread. And she said she lived on beans and rice too, and
lentils. When she first went to NY she said she was so amazed at the pan-handlers. . She felt bad for them until she saw their expensive tennis
shoes and red and green hair. . She said she thought, "Dad worked at
anything and supported all of us kids. . These kids can find a job too."
Sis told everyone about her Dad working and taking care of all of us on a
very small wage. .</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><i> </i></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><i> </i><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: medium;">Part 2 - "All of My Children are Taught of the Lord and Great is Their Peace"<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">And no, I didn't want Sis to run off to NYC. . . My Christian friends
comforted me with a serious tone,"Don't worry Connie, she will be
back. A lot of kids run to NYC after high school . .but very few ever
make it in NY. Its expensive and she won't be able to keep up with the
big guns there. She will be glad to get back home." </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">But as time has gone
on Sis has stayed. . I had cried and prayed she would come home but she
didn't. Somehow I raised her to dream and to see beyond the natural . . And
at this point this is how it has played out in her life. Now Dan is with
her in NY. He lives up the street. I wonder what he will do. Dan makes
his own way too. He works at whatever he can to pay rent. But his dream
is his music. . . I am happy to say that my kids work for what they
need. Mary is pregnant ya know? And she will stay home once she has her
baby. Mary is so happy. What a miracle she is. My dream come true. There
is such JOY when she phones me. How happy I am for her. If she has a
girl she is naming her middle name after me, Elizabella
Constance {Connie}. . . If its a boy he will be named after Jim,"James
Russel." Russel after Brads middle name. Mary is so full of joy. I tell
her, "Mary I am so happy for you to have such a joyful thing happen to
you. God is so good.". . She and Brad are such miracles.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">But boy has it
been wild raising these 6 kids. . . Its like a wild circus ride that you
can't get off of. . . You yell at the guy running the ride every time you
ride by him. . . "Stop this thing I want off." But he smiles and acts like
he can't hear you. . And you yell, "Stop the world I want to get off." But you
keep going round and round and round and round. . . <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> <span>Part 3 - "Through the Valley of the Shadows"<br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span><span style="font-size: medium;">And ya know Mary Lehman my mentor taught me so much about loving my
children. The older Titus mother was to teach the younger mothers to
love their children. Mary L. would tell me so often,"Connie just love
those kids. . . They will do ok.". . Well I think in the old days if a kid
acted up you threw 'em out as soon as they could work, and be on their
own. A rebellious son could throw the whole family off, or a daughter
too. . But now a days its pretty dangerous to do that.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Jim's and my way was
to walk with the kids through the Valley of the Shadows of Death. In other
words, you stay in touch with your prodigal. . . Even though you don't want to. . . Its
hard when you have a kid that is hell bent to go nuts and drive
everyone else nuts too. For a Mother, its like running into a burning
building to talk with a person who is calling you names. Been there and
done that. But ya know I was never willing to let the devil have one of
my kids, not one. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">And no.. me and my happy band of Pinocchios are not
very good examples of Christian living. . . My face is red as a beet. Jim is
tucked away in Heavenly Glory so I can't blame him for why all the kids
do what they do.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">But like Mary L. always told me,"Connie love is the
answer," I never really got that as a young mom. But I get it better
now. . . Its hard but I get it. I read one other comment when I Googled my
name the other day. . . one Lady said, "Well you can't help but love those
Hultquists." I think of that often. As my face is red and I am scared to
death, I think of my life as a widow. . . How imperfect we Hultquists
are. But you-alls love, I think, has been a real healing to me. Hopefully
in our imperfections you can't help but love us. . . <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Love Connie <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><span style="font-size: medium;">
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{<b>Note from the administrator:</b> This writing has been gleaned from the archives of Connie's letters. Find out more about the posts on this blog by reading this<a href="https://conniehultquist.blogspot.com/p/about.html" target="_blank"><b> introduction</b></a>. }<br />
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<i>{From the Archives of Connie's Letters. April 29, 2011.. 6:22 a.m.}</i><br />
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<p> </p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Dear Sisters at Home...</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">This morning I was thinking of the lil magazines I got at our Antique Shops here in our town. . It was when I was a young wife and Mother. . </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">They were from the United States Government. It was during WW2 when they used food coupons to ration out the food. . There wasn't enough food to go around as they needed it for the soldiers in the war. . So anyway, about once a month the Gov. sent out these lil magazines telling the housewife how to use less sugar and other <span class="il">staples</span>. . Because for example . . the store would get just a certain amount of sugar, So the housewife could only buy maybe 3 pounds of sugar for the month. So these lil mags would tell the lady of the house how to substitute honey and not use so much sugar. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">These women used to cook with a lot of raisins. . . And the raisins would be the sweetness in her cookies or muffins. . . Of course the folks who lived on a farm fared so much better than the city people, as they could hunt for game and have bigger gardens etc. . </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">The little magazines were 2 bucks, back then, when I bought them at the Antique Shop. So I could only afford one here and there. But oh how I loved those lil mags. And I would say to the Lord, as I would read them, "Lord I so wish, now days, the Gov. would still send out these magazines to encourage the mothers."</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Love Connie<br /></span>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"></span> Mrs. Whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13265603931136498066noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905264945132387006.post-2792702949648356652020-08-16T19:26:00.001-04:002020-08-16T19:26:33.688-04:00The Adventures of Being a Wife<br />
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<i>{From the Archives of Connie's Letters. May 16, 2011.}</i><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Why do we think that we should have a perfect marriage that goes along with the world without a hitch?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Really, the Bible says that we as wives should sacrifice as Christ did on the cross. . . And the husband too is to be as Christ to the wife. . . He is as the priest of the home. We are to become one with our husbands and one in Christ. . . And that don't come overnight. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jim and I really never understood each other or communicated very well in the flesh. But in the area of faith we moved freely. . . We saw many miracles. . . Not that Jim was religious, but he seemed to understand faith for the impossible. He pushed me in the spirit to believe and I pushed him. . . I feel I have a lot to say on this, but to put it into words? I followed Jim. . . And even now, as he went to Heaven, I seem to want to follow him. . . Well I do follow him. I loved him in the spirit. . . And my spirit is always with him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We weren't perfect. . . We saw in part dimly, but in heaven we will see it all clearly. Jim used to sing this old song. Here are the words: "My Prayer is to linger with you. . .At the end of the day. . . for as long as we live." I have been singing this song this morning. I am sure Jim hears me. Jim always said I saved his life. And the truth is, he saved mine too. . . We were called for each other. . .</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I hear many women say, "Well, I married the wrong guy. No wonder it didn't turn out right." But God hates divorce . . . The Lord says to stay with the one you are married to. Why do we think our marriages have to be perfect to be blessed? We are called as helpers to each other. . . To fit into each other. . . to fit into God's plan for our lives. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Out of my marriage to Jim, I became a Titus 2 mother. . . Jim became a loving, endearing father. We pushed and pulled on each other's spirit for many years. The bottom dropped out many times. We had to believe for the possible out of impossibilities. But it was good for us. God called us, to tell us,"All things are possible to those who CAN BELIEVE."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We were called to live out a life of miracles. The hard times are when we learn to use spiritual muscles we forgot we had. . . Reading books on faith is a good thing. But you can't learn how to use faith until you have to. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I think the message here is, "All is well." All things work together for good to those who love God, and are called according to His purpose. . . Also, "be sure to dance with whoever brought ya."</span><br />
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{Note from the administrator: This writing has been gleaned from the archives of Connie's letters. Find out more about the posts on this blog by reading this<a href="https://conniehultquist.blogspot.com/p/about.html" target="_blank"><b> introduction</b></a>. }<br />
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Mrs. Whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13265603931136498066noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905264945132387006.post-69961081834213157932020-08-12T10:16:00.001-04:002020-08-12T10:16:17.004-04:00Homemade Housewife Book<br />
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<i>{From the Archives of Connie's Letters. May 11, 2010.}</i><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> I used to write my housework ideas down. If you can make an old fashioned, housewifery book. . . it will come in handy. . . Maybe just take notebook paper and bind it with ribbon or brown string. Make a cover for it out of maybe a brown sack. On a Sunday night, in the evening, write ideas for the following week of housewifery. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Make a general idea of a 7 day menu, mainly for the family meal for each day. . . Such as Monday: goulash. Tuesday: hot dogs and beans, etc,. Just a general idea. Then write a grocery list for your week . . Then top clean each day and do deep cleaning after naps. . . from like 2:00 to 4:00.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Have a special project like Monday: wash bedding. Tuesday: do extra baking, etc,. But write down each day what the special project would be. Just make a schedule of ideas and try to follow them or bounce off of them. If you get distracted, at least you still have your housewifery ideas to look back on. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Basically top clean in the mornings and get the family meal started by 9:00 a.m. and the kitchen cleaned. Then fix lunch and rest with the children. Then, in the afternoon, do your special project, like sewing or doing extra baking, or cleaning out closets, or under your bed. Or a special day to do extra gardening, or paint the porch. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But by like 4:00 start supper. Then free time after supper to do family things. Then put the children to bed with plenty of kisses and hugs and prayers.</span><br />
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{Note from the administrator: This writing has been gleaned from the archives of Connie's letters. Find out more about the posts on this blog by reading this<a href="https://conniehultquist.blogspot.com/p/about.html" target="_blank"><b> introduction</b></a>. }<br />
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<i>{From the Archives of Connie's Letters. May 23, 2012.}</i><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;">Ya know Mary L., my mentor, was so spiritual. . . She spent<br />
a lot of time laying face down before Jesus' feet praying. . . She was a great woman of prayer. . . And through her I met a lot of women of prayer. I do feel a great urgency to talk to you about spiritual things, along with the homemaking spirit. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> I think we need to know our way around the spiritual realm too. . . Things seem to get worse by the day for our country. We need to<br />
be strong in the Lord and in His power. I remember when Jim was first saved and we were trying to make it as a family. I felt so absolutely lost. I know some of you feel that way too. . I hear ya. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Well anyway, Mary L. started these classes called, "The Philosophy of Womanhood." We ladies would get together at Mary's house every week and listen to a tape. Then we had worksheets to do each class too. . . Every week I felt washed in the Word of God. I wouldn't be here today, I don't think, had I not had those tapes. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Well then later on a friend copied these tapes for me and I listened to them every day here at home. I wore the tapes out. I would have 2 tape recorders going: one in the kitchen on homemaking, and one in the living room on faith. So I could hear the recordings all over the house at different times. And that's what it is all about. . . Faith and homemaking. . . It isn't all homemaking and it isn't all Faith. They have to go together. And Mary L. loved her homemaking and her family. She loved her dishes and enjoyed having folks over for a meal. She would make wonderful recipes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">She was sick for just a short while before she died at, I think, 78 years old. But right up to the end she was cooking and cleaning, ironing and sewing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Russ, her husband, still goes to work every day. . . He is 84, I think. But when she was alive, they lived like they did in their 40's or 50's. Every day they got up at 4:30. Mary fixed Russ's lunch for work and a big breakfast. While Russ was at work, Mary was at home doing her homemaking. Mary said when she would get mad at Russ, she would tell Jesus about it. . And she said the Lord would say to her, "Mary, do you have all of Russ's laundry done? Do you have all of the buttons sewn on his work shirts? And are they ironed?" Mary was so sweet. I sure do miss her.</span><br />
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{Note from the administrator: This writing has been gleaned from the archives of Connie's letters. Find out more about the posts on this blog by reading this<a href="https://conniehultquist.blogspot.com/p/about.html" target="_blank"><b> introduction</b></a>. }<br />
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<i>{From the Archives of Connie's Letters. July 15, 2009.}</i><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Weak women will have many masters, and none will treat them right. They
refuse to submit to their husbands - as Priest of the home. . . And in so
doing, they will submit to many masters. . .The world will guide them. They
will listen to every preacher on the radio and try to make their
husbands obey the latest TV preacher . . .the one they thought was "right
on". . .Well everyone said he was the best Bible teacher alive today, so
wife thinks <span class="il">husband</span> should obey him, hands down. . Never mind that <span class="il">Husband</span> hasn't even heard the latest TV preacher. Heck, he just got home from
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spiritual. . . And she wonders why her <span class="il">husband</span> isn't saved yet. If a wife will put her <span class="il">husband</span> first, then its okay to listen to TV and radio preachers. But these men are not <span class="il">your</span> authority in <span class="il">your</span> home. . . <span class="il">Your</span> <span class="il">husband</span> is the head of the home. . . We are to <span class="il">reverence</span>
and praise our husbands. . . not our preachers. . .We wives are to glorify
our husbands. We are their glory and they are to be God's glory. . . Our
glory is our long hair, or our covering, before our husbands. . . As we, on
purpose, veil ourselves or grow our hair long for our covering, then this
speaks of our meek and quiet spirit. . .This is our beauty, our submissive,
meek spirits. We need to run our homes to please our husbands, to make
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<span style="font-size: large;">You ask, "okay, when do I get waited on? When is it my turn
to rest and have time to myself?" . . . I don't know. . . seriously, until the
last few years I never even heard a woman ask that question. . . </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Most women,
since the beginning of time, pretty much knew that her work as wife and
mother was NEVER done. . . "Man was to work from sun to sun but a woman's
work was never done." . . . We had 6 children. . . Often a lil' one would keep me up
all night. . . But then, when the alarm went off, and I had barely had any
sleep, I got up with my <span class="il">husband</span> to make his
coffee and send him off to work with a smile. I most always walked him
out to the car and threw kisses to him as he drove away. . Sometimes I
pretended to race him to the corner as I ran down the street, just to
make him laugh. Yeah it was a lot of work, but I was married for almost
40 years, so it was worth it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I never lost any of my kids. I kept the
family fed and cared for on very little income. I worked at it, believe
me. . . And my <span class="il">husband</span> did praise and bless me in
the end. . . and my children also. . . So yes, it was worth it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Love Connie
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<i>{From the Archives of Connie's Letters. October 2, 2010.}</i><br />
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Ladies this is, I think the winter we have all been preparing for. . don't you? Could we all send<br />
in ideas about things to stock up on and ideas of how to stay warm if the electricity goes out?<br />
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Well every Fall I would stock up on as much flour and baking supplies as I could drag home, or had the money for. . And as many canned items as I could afford. Canned items will keep a long time.<br />
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I would say no matter what don't abandon the house if the electricity and heat goes off. . If you are out of the wind at home you can make it. Just put on coats and blankets . . But if you leave the house you wont know if the pipes freeze. . If you let your faucets run a bit, they wont freeze. We have a kerosene burner for back up. And I have kerosene stored. Kerosene is expensive, but better than leaving to go to a shelter. So what are you all doing to get ready for winter? <br />
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Proverbs 31:25 speaks of the virtuous woman. . . Strength and honor are her clothing. . and she will REJOICE in the time to come. . . The virtuous woman holds her dignity intact. . .She stays confident in God.<br />
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Verse 21 says she is not afraid of the snow for her household . .for her household are clothed in scarlet. In other words she is prepared for whatever.<br />
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I think it's interesting that verse says her family is clothed in scarlet. To me that means the blood of Jesus. So the virtuous mother is strong and prayed up against the coming winter storms.<br />
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Well our country is in an economic storm now. . . but we are not afraid, right? Because we are tough. We aren't lil fraidy cats . . We are gonna put on our big girl aprons and sit at the table with the Proverbs 31 woman of strength and dignity. No weapons formed against us will prosper.<br />
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The virtuous woman Fears the Lord. . and not the world.. When things get tough, she stands alone on the Word of God.. In confidence and quietness she makes a home of peace for her family. .<br />
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I think to prepare spiritually is the most important thing. . And make sure you have NO FEAR in your heart. Trust in God with all your heart and don't lean to your own understanding. . All is well.<br />
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<i>{From the Archives of Connie's Letters. July 28, 2011.}</i><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Dear Mothers,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">As I write to you all this morning, I am writing to so many<br />
different ones with worries of different things. . . As a young mom, with a houseful of children of all ages, I had many worries too. . I remember one time when our car was giving us fits, we ended up with no money at all. . We spent it all on the car so Jim could get to work. We spent all of our grocery money. . . </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Well Jim was working at the airport as a shuttle driver. He made<br />
tips so we would have some lil bit of money to use for groceries. My cupboards were bare as I hadn't had any money for groceries for 2 weeks. I was sitting thinking of all of this at the License plates place as Jim stood in line. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We were buying an old car to keep us going for a while. . It was summer and I was so hot. I had 50 cents in my purse and spent it on a can of pop. Chrissy was taking care of the children at home. I had needed some quiet time to pray so I had gone with Jim.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">As I sat there in the coolness of the air conditioner, I could pray and think. It just came to me to trust in the Lord to take care of<br />
us. When we got home to the children, I sat down in the chair in the<br />
living room. . I thought, "What will I fix for supper?" Sis handed me an envelope. "Here Mom, Mrs. Trecek stopped by to give you this literature for The Good News Club." </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Well I had a little Bible Club for the children in our neighborhood. . Anyway I decided to sit and look through the literature in the<br />
envelope. . So I was looking at the papers and noticed a check. . I thought, at first glance, that it was a check for the supplies for the Bible Club. .</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Well I looked again at the check and it was made out to me for $650. I thought I was seeing things. . I couldn't believe it. . </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Well Wildman
was out in the driveway putting the license plates on the car. . I was
jumpin up and down in the house praising the Lord. One of the kids ran
out and told Jim the news. . OMG. . . did that money ever come at the right
time. I mean we were up a crick without a paddle to say the least, and
we still had 5 children at home. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I called Mrs. Trecek and thanked her. I hadn't even talked to her for weeks, but God told her we needed help. . She
did this many times when we were just sunk. The kids called her "Our
Fairy God Mother." She loved our family and we loved her. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> I talked to
John recently about this. I said, "John we lived from one Miracle to the
next one." Johnny said, "Mom it was a way of life for us."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My prayers,
dear Sisters, were a way of trade instead of money. I would pray for hours if
we ran out of money. I would put the kids to bed at 8:00 and pray until
Jim got off work at about 12 midnight. I just told my kids that they had
to go to bed and read as I had to pray. I would say, "Ya wanna eat? Then I
gotta pray." I would pray for tips for Jim at work. . </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But you can make it,
dear Sisters of a New Revolution. . God can give you the money you need
through prayer. I mean, do your homemaking and cook and bake and be
productive. But make sure you pray and believe God. . Yes we should all have
our gardens, if we can, but God can supply your needs through many
avenues. .</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> He has a plan for you to make it. . Reach Him through prayer. We
need to spend hours in prayer and seeking Him. If you could fast too this
will give you more power. . Yes do your house work and care for the
baby. Stay in an attitude of prayer, is what I guess I mean. I used to
rock my babies and sing songs to Jesus. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Keep your eyes on Jesus, and His
provisions, instead of on the problems.</span><br />
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I was the first-born in my family, and then I had 2 younger brothers. . . Dad fought in W.W.2.. .. and I was a Baby Boomer.
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But then Jim was born into an old
fashioned family. . . He was the 12th child out of 13 children. My Mother
was a modern Millie. Dad was an up- to- date guy. But as a child I loved
the old fashioned ways.
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Jim was born into a well established old
timey family. He loved just plain, black coffee ...and drank it with his
meals sometimes. He would take my homemade bread, after it got hard, and he
would then crumble it up in a bowl...put sugar on it, and milk, and eat it
like cereal. . . He loved radish sandwiches. . The Old timers would make
anything into a sandwich. Jim would eat cucumber sandwiches too.
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As a boy he
would work for some of the farmers in their town. . . He would spend all day
topping onions. . . So he hated onions.. When we first married, Jim asked me
to make bread pudding. . . I had no idea how to do that. . . I had never heard
of such a thing. But I learned how and made many pans of bread
pudding.
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Jim also loved hamburger gravy. He loved anything with
gravy. Creamed Eggs was another meal he asked me to make. . . As a young wife
I had sure never heard of that. . . All you do is hard-boil some eggs and
chop up the eggs in a white gravy. .We would eat this on biscuits or just
plain buttered toast. . . Our Mary loves creamed eggs too. . . Sometimes, if I
had cheese, I would add some cheese to the white gravy. . . Sometimes if I ran
out of meat we would have fried potatoes and fried eggs for a late
supper.
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The old timers didn't eat a lot of snacks between meals
either. . . Jim loved homemade cakes and pies and peanut butter cookies. . . But
he didn't really want a lot of store bought desserts. .
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In the summer, we
loved our garden. We ate fresh tomatoes along with every meal, even
for breakfast. Jim loved plain tomato sandwiches too. .
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Love Connie
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PS Another thing Jim's mom made for her family, that I have never made, was
fried bananas. . I think you just fry them in a skillet in butter. . and
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"></span>Mrs. Whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13265603931136498066noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905264945132387006.post-13566279622181123572019-04-20T21:27:00.001-04:002019-04-20T21:27:21.637-04:00Easter Preparations<br />
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<i>{From the Archives of Connie's Letters. April, 2014.}</i><br />
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Part 1 (Easter Preparations) (April 12, 2014)<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Dear Mothers, </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am up in the night writing. . . Aunt Tootsie came early afternoon yesterday to help me with some <span class="il">Easter</span>
preparations....We had a good time..Then we had a pizza delivered for
supper. . </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I had made a Pumpkin Cake too. .This is how I made it. . I used a
yellow cake mix, 2 eggs and a can of pumpkin, and a cup of raisins. . I just put the canned pumpkin in a bowl and added the 2 eggs and I beat
this up with a spoon. .Then I added the dry cake mix to the eggs and
pumpkin and I stirred this good. . last of all I added the cup of raisins. . Also for spices, I added Pumpkin Spice and extra cinnamon. . . Just
stir this up really good ..Then pour this cake mixture into a big
oiled baking pan...and bake at 350 degrees until it is done.. about a
half hour...To see if the cake is done, I just stick a paring knife in
it..or a tooth pick ...if the knife comes out clean, then it is
done..</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Anyway Mary's family is coming for <span class="il">Easter</span> and David's family. . Then some family friends too. .We will have a ham and mashed potatoes. . My 2 brothers will come
with their families. . Everyone brings food to go along with the ham
dinner. . </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We always have a good time. . Hopefully we will have a sunny warm
day. What are you all having for <span class="il">Easter</span>? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Mothers, just walk by faith. . No one's family is perfect . . Just cook up a nice dinner for <span class="il">Easter</span>. . If your husband is gone, just make your dinner as if he will come in the door any minute. . Don't be sad. . its <span class="il">Easter</span>. . Jesus was raised from the dead. . Nothing is impossible with God !!! Love Connie</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Praise God. . Jesus is Alive !!!</span><br />
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Part 2 (Psalm 91: Under the Shadow of His Wings.) (April 17, 2014)<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Dear Mothers, </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Yesterday I was going into the store and something strange happened. . . First I have to say I was soooooo tired ...I had gone to the
Dollar Store and now needed to get some groceries for </span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span class="il">Easter</span>. . </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But on the way into Aldies, I thought I saw a
big eagle or something fly over. . I could see the shadow of his wings on
the pavement. . But I couldn't see any bird anywhere. . </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Aunt Toot, after hearing
my story, said "Connie maybe it was an angel.." Jill said, after I
told her,"You were under the shadow of His wings.." The scripture
that I thought of was, They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their
strength. . They shall mount up on wings as the eagle. . They shall run and
not be weary and walk and not faint. </span><br />
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Part 3 (A Lovely Easter) (April 21, 2014)<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This morning I am sitting here wondering how on earth I did what I did yesterday with <span class="il">Easter</span>
dinner. . When everyone got here I had most things done. Usually I need
a lot of HELP !!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Tiffany" my sweet girl. . David's wife said, "Well Connie,
last year when we came you didn't even have the ham in the oven yet". . I
had forgotten that. . I have come a long ways since last <span class="il">Easter</span>. . And the <span class="il">Easter</span> before that, my brother had <span class="il">Easter</span>
at his house. . </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">For you who don't know, I was diagnosed with Parkinsons. . But I am fighting it and believing God for a HEALING in
Jesus name. . </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Tiff brought the mashed potatoes and the green bean casserole.
. . and dinner rolls. . I bought an apple pie and I made <span class="il">Easter</span>
cupcakes for dessert. . My brothers brought deviled eggs and a relish
plate. . . and I baked the ham. . When the ham was done, I had my brother Kirk
slice the ham up and I made ham gravy. . . it was too salty. . Next time I
will use less broth and more milk to make the gravy. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But I am super grateful to the Lord for helping me and giving me a supernatural strength. . Jesus is our
healer. . . He sure healed my marriage and he can heal all of us ..No
matter what it is. . .</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Love Connie</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"></span>Mrs. Whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13265603931136498066noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905264945132387006.post-78938567885460570962019-03-09T16:58:00.001-05:002019-03-09T16:58:04.123-05:00World Events - and Keeping Your Home<span style="font-family: "times"; font-size: large;"></span><br />
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<em>{From the Archives of Connie's Letters. August 9, 2011.}</em><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times"; font-size: large;">Part 1 - World Events</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times"; font-size: large;">Dear Daughters of a New Revolution,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times"; font-size: large;">Wow the times we live in, Hu? No time to be Lily-Livered right ? Ya have to hang on to something just to watch the World News. . Well, a set of problems are set before us. . .But our country has been sooo evil and wicked for so many years now. . . Didn't we know that something had to give..? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times"; font-size: large;">If this time of trouble will turn things around. . . turn people around. . . isn't it worth it ? The authority in our country, and it seems in other countries too, is so evil. . Those who make the laws put pressure on the pure in heart to turn away from God. . The Bible says that even the Elect would be deceived in times like these. . . I am up for a new plan aren't you ? I am just going to trust in God for His new way of doing things. . . </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times"; font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times"; font-size: large;">The so- called experts on tv say not to take your money out of the stock market. . I would say,{<em>but who am I?</em> } to take the money out and pay off your credit cards and loans against the house. . . or pay for the house. . . That way you are still investing, but it's in your own family. . I would say to take the money and do repairs on your house or buy a new furnace or whatever the house has to have to make it livable. . . </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times"; font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times"; font-size: large;">I know the housing market is down. . . But You can do a lot if you have your own home. . . Like even start a business from home. . .</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times"; font-size: large;"> If you lose your house. . . You are out of luck...This is what we girls always told each other in the old days, "Keep a roof over your head." </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times"; font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times"; font-size: large;">And it is a good time to buy a house right now, if one has the money... I bought this house a year before the house prices went up. . I bought it in 1973 for 12,000 bucks. . . That included taxes and insurance. . And in, I think, October of 1974 it was worth 24,000 dollars. . Yeah it was a wreck when we bought it, but we have remodeled more each year. . . And I thank God for it now as it is paid off. . That was my investment into my own family...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times"; font-size: large;">But I mean, don't get your mind on paying off things that don't matter- then be out a roof over your head. . . The bill collectors aint gonna care if you have a house or not. . . they want their money. . . But if someone has to lose { as plenty of companies will} don't let it be your children or family. . . Put your family first. . . Because if ya have a house to live in, you can start again and maybe get another job and pay the bills . . . But don't pay the bills and lose the house. . and have no place for your family.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times"; font-size: large;">Part 2 - The Wise Woman</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times"; font-size: large;">When Wildman was getting ready for his last rodeo . . his last ride. . . to Glory {Heaven}, he worried about having money saved for me to live on. . I told him, "Honey, just pay off the house." He did and thank the Lord for that. . . </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times"; font-size: large;">Jim did pay off a car loan too. . I had some hospital bills to pay. . . But I would never pay a hospital bill over losing the house. . I guess what I am saying is, put your own family first and do what you can honestly do with the other bills. . Because ya know it isn't just the poor who are on the streets in big cities. . . </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times"; font-size: large;">And ya know, we women have so much more than the Depression -Era Mothers had to keep their families afloat. . . We have more kitchen inventions, etc. to keep house with. . If we are wise, we can make it through the coming hard times. . IF we don't panic . . Panic will cause you to make a lot of mistakes. . .</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times"; font-size: large;">But if you remain quiet and keep your eyes on Jesus, you will make it just as your Grandma and Great- grandparents did. . They made it, or you wouldn't be here right now..!!! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times"; font-size: large;">The Wise woman builds her home and the foolish tear it down with their hands. . . The Wise woman sees the hard times ahead and she makes plans to survive these times. . But the foolish woman will panic and lose what she has . . </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times"; font-size: large;">We are virtuous women and are not confused and helpless. . We are Sarah's daughters and are not afraid with any amazement. . The Lord is on our side and we will have courage. . . We have a plan. . We are not left in the dark. . The wisdom of God is our light. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times"; font-size: large;">Love Connie</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"></span>Mrs. Whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13265603931136498066noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905264945132387006.post-36163926796001290702018-12-24T09:50:00.001-05:002018-12-24T09:50:20.833-05:00Christmas Time <span style="font-family: Times; font-size: large;"></span><br />
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<em>{From the Archives of Connie's Letters. December 8, 2007.}</em><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times"; font-size: large;">Many years ago when I had a lil 5 year old boy, we got kicked out of our apartment just before Christmas. . A church moved us to another apartment, thank the Lord. . And when we got there, we had no food. It was a sad time. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times"; font-size: large;">I remember my lil boy telling the landlady, that threw us out, . . "It's almost my Birthday." I sat at the window in my new apartment and looked out . . I spoke to Jim out there somewhere in that snowy world. . . "Where are you, Jim? It's almost Christmas." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times"; font-size: large;">I just thought, "Why Lord ..why haven't you answered my prayers?" God knew ahead of time what my life would be like. . I was so devastated, but the Lord knew my future. . He had it in His hands. . The Lord couldn't even tell me the glorious answers to prayer that I was about to see in the years ahead. . .</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times"; font-size: large;">Had an angel come to see me and told me my future, I wouldn't have believed it. But I was to go on and see 26 more years of a healed marriage. . I was to spend 26 of the most glorious Christmases I could ever imagine. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times"; font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times"; font-size: large;">I was to see my beloved husband give his heart and life to Christ. . I was to have 5 more children. . I didn't know how good God was. . . I was to give my story of a healed marriage, not just to my state of Iowa, but around the world. . I didn't know the goodness of God or his power. . I wasn't even a writer then. . I was young, just 25 years old. . The world just looked at me and Jim as 2 accidents going some place. . </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times"; font-size: large;">Years later, after the Lord gave us a miracle, a lady who was a politician's wife came to me for counseling. . She paid me to counsel her. . She was a dear saint. . That was mind boggling to me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times"; font-size: large;"> Now at this Christmas time, in the natural, looks so bleak to me. I think back to that snowy Christmas years ago when all seemed lost. . . . And I think of how God made it all up to me and gave me double blessings. . He gives us exceeding and abundantly more then we can think or ask. . </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times"; font-size: large;"> As you follow Christ you will see His glory. . Decide that you will not be defeated and that you will not quit. . </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times"; font-size: large;">love Connie</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"></span>Mrs. Whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13265603931136498066noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905264945132387006.post-76202183655044642012018-12-18T15:06:00.000-05:002018-12-18T15:35:10.299-05:00Walking by Faith - Remembering son David<em></em><br />
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<em>{From the Archives of Connie's Letters. June 2015.}</em><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Ya know in my testimony "Bring Him Home"... I explain that when Jim came home and had given his heart to the Lord, he had asked me to have another child. . We had 3 children already ...Well I didn't want to have anymore children at the time. . Jim never stayed home over 3 months. . and when he asked me to have another child he was due to leave me again. . He had been home about 2 and a half months. . I was trying to keep a cap on my fears. . </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Yes I believed he was truly a Christian now. . But even Christians make mistakes. . I was wanting him to prove himself and be home maybe a year? at least? before we took on another baby..? </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">But the Lord spoke to my heart that I needed to continue to walk by faith. . . So I said "Yes" to Jim's desire to have another child. . I wanted another child too. . .but I was just wanting to wait a while. . </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times"; font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Anyway our dear David was due on Jim's birthday, Oct 27th. . Jim got to see him being born. . Jim hadn't been with me for the first 3 children. . Jim had been healed and was to be home with us until he died, 27 years later...</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Our David was always so quiet .. A peace maker.....He was deeply spiritual. . When I homeschooled the children, we started every day with devotions. .The children had to answer questions about the Bible. . David always knew the answers. . And when most of the kids moved away after Jim died, and they were grown. . . David never moved away. . His wife, the other day, told me that David stayed close to watch over his mother. . me. . He refused to leave. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">David is our son <a href="http://conniehultquist.blogspot.com/2014/06/our-precious-children-and-sad-news.html" target="_blank">who died a year ago</a> on June 16th . . He died at age 33 . . His wife had their children pick out bushes and plant them in their yard as a remembrance of the first year after David's death. . The plants were called David. . . and they were white. . I had often written about the pure white rose with the crimson stain. . .</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">And I don't mean to say David was perfect. . But there seems to be a reason for his birth. . probably more than what I know. . And a reason for his death. . </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;">After we had his memorial and we were all out visiting on my front porch, carloads of kids rolled in and came up on the porch. . I heard over and over . . . as they shook hands with me and introduced themselves. . "David was our best friend"... I fought back the tears then as I do now. . I trust in God to heal my broken heart. . . .Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him. . Love Connie</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"></span>Mrs. Whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13265603931136498066noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905264945132387006.post-52024330190609363292018-10-17T15:00:00.001-04:002018-12-18T15:36:14.817-05:00Menus for the Week<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-size: large;">On our response group Canaan suggested that we all make out menus for the week. . I think it is a good idea. . . I used to do this when the family was home. . Anyway hopefully we can all get some good ideas from each other for meals. . </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This is how I used to do it . . . On one piece of paper I would write out my menus.. Then on the other paper I would write down the grocery items I would need to make the family meals. . </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">If Jim was working and got off work in the evening, then I would have the family meal around 5</span><span style="font-size: large;">:00. . And if he was working a 2nd shift, I would have a family meal before he went to work in the afternoon. . .</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Then we just had simple breakfasts, they varied. I made barrels of pancakes. . and fried eggs. . Sometimes we had oatmeal or just toast and a glass of milk . . The meals we had when Jim was </span><span style="font-size: large;">at work were just leftovers or sandwiches. . . Or just popcorn with a vegetable salad. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I make the regular popcorn in a skillet on the stove. . Not microwave. To make real popcorn, just put about a fourth cup of oil in a skillet on the stove. . Then pour in about a half cup of popcorn. . Put a lid </span><span style="font-size: large;">on it and shake it up a little bit to redistribute the popcorn so it won't burn. . Turn the heat on high ...then turn it down a bit when it starts to pop good . . . it only takes about 10 minutes to make fresh popcorn. And oh it is so good . .We liked to eat apples with our popcorn. . and Kool-Aid to </span><span style="font-size: large;">drink. I would eat my popcorn with cheese and dill pickles. . Well it is fun to have popcorn for supper. . I usually drank ice tea with my popcorn. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The popcorn is done when it stops popping in the skillet . . Be sure to have a big bowl handy to put your popcorn in when it is done popping. . After it is all done just melt some butter and put it on the popcorn and stir it up with salt sprinkled on it. . Sometimes we would put Parmesan cheese on it.. plus the butter. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">You can even buy bulk popcorn at the Dollar Store now. . And to some of you older ladies - Many younger ladies in this generation don't really even know about cooking popcorn on the stove. That's why I am explaining it. . I am not trying to insult anyone's intelligence.</span><br />
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<i> {From the Archives of Connie's Letters. December 2012.}</i><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I never learned one spiritual thing from folks feelin' sorry for me, or on a </span><span style="font-size: large;">bed of ease. I think I learned most of what I know from the hard times.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When I would go up for a prison visit, I would ask Jim how he was doing? He </span><span style="font-size: large;">would say "Just doin' time. . . Hard time.." And it was hard...but in those times </span><span style="font-size: large;">we learned how to follow Jesus. . . I did go through the fire. . and it was hot </span><span style="font-size: large;">with many trials . . But I feel that the Lord rewarded me and gave me more </span><span style="font-size: large;">peace then what a lot of folks have.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am very peaceful here at home. . . I just </span><span style="font-size: large;">feel the angels around me. I feel God's love surrounding me. . . If I do get </span><span style="font-size: large;">down or depressed, I just read my Bible until I feel better. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But it is the </span><span style="font-size: large;">truth that will set us free and nothing else. . . And if a true believer </span><span style="font-size: large;">tells us something to help us, we should listen. . . I have been praying so hard l</span><span style="font-size: large;">ately. I can see that I have gotten so generic lately.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ya know I like </span><span style="font-size: large;">Benny Hinn, the TV evangelist? I don't get him on my TV lately as I don't </span><span style="font-size: large;">have cable. . . But I used to have cable and I would watch him here and </span><span style="font-size: large;">there . . . And as I was watching him one day I said out loud, "Ya know if the </span><span style="font-size: large;">preacher would ask the audience, 'How many here need healing of the body?' I </span><span style="font-size: large;">bet it would be about a fourth, maybe, of the people need healing of the </span><span style="font-size: large;">body. . . But then if Pastor Hinn asked, 'How many folks need a healing for their </span><span style="font-size: large;">broken families?' I would imagine about the whole audience would need a </span><span style="font-size: large;">healing for the family. . . Because the TRUTH is not told."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Christians are </span><span style="font-size: large;">running around marrying and divorcing like crazy. And then after a divorce, </span><span style="font-size: large;">Mother has to go work and the children's lives are turned upside down. . . And </span><span style="font-size: large;">ya know Benny and his wife separated . . . then in 2010 they divorced. . . But </span><span style="font-size: large;">just lately they went back together. I think the Lord allowed this to </span><span style="font-size: large;">happen to the Hinn family because it won't be long and he and his family </span><span style="font-size: large;">will be preaching about the restoration of the family. Now we will get </span><span style="font-size: large;">somewhere in the body of believers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This is why I feel so thankful that </span><span style="font-size: large;">Mrs. Nancy Campbell put <b><a href="http://conniehultquist.blogspot.com/2016/03/movie-project-about-incredible-marriage.html" rel="" target="_blank">my testimony</a></b> on her Facebook again and I was able to update </span><span style="font-size: large;">it. Because, to me, the message on the healing of the marriage has got to </span><span style="font-size: large;">be the message of the hour. . .</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"></span>Mrs. Whitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13265603931136498066noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8905264945132387006.post-15826375809929900862017-04-17T08:34:00.000-04:002018-12-18T15:41:43.007-05:00Warm and Happy Kitchens<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<i> {From the Archives of Connie's Letters. Fall 2006.}</i><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Mothers who have busy warm kitchens and happy hearts can make good bread. Your yeast is alive and loves to be warm and active. I think old houses seem to make good bread. I think it is because of all of the other yeasts in the house. Yeast is in the air and a housewife can learn to harness and use whatever yeast she needs. Like a sour dough starter is harvesting yeast for bread and rolls.<br /><br /> I know this house is loaded with yeast of all kinds. The Old time mothers knew all of this and used what she had to make her food. But I usually tell a young mom that if she can’t make a good family bread then it was because she didn’t love it enough.<br /><br /> A happy kitchen with steaming soup simmering on the stove and the coffee pot perking is a joyful place to make bread. Your bread won’t rise in a cold kitchen and if is too hot it will die.<br /><br /> The old time mothers used to sing in their kitchens. An old friend of mine used to say that her Mom always sang a certain song when she made bread. When she got done with all of the verses then she knew the bread had been kneaded enough.<br /><br /> My friend thought as a child that the song was a part of the recipe. So when she grew up and was a young bride in her own kitchen she thought she had to sing the same song. So she did!<br /><br /> In the old days when the family needed to be cheered up, mother seemed to be the inspiration to get them up and going. Mother would announce, “Well, you all are hungry so I will fix supper.” </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> And how does this work? </span><span style="font-size: large;">Quit being the Holy Spirit to your </span><span style="font-size: large;">husband. . Learn in quietness and submission. . Learn in silence.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Your husband </span><span style="font-size: large;">is not your god. Jesus Christ had better be your God.. Your husband won't </span><span style="font-size: large;">take ya to heaven. . And - NEWS FLASH - we as Christian wives aren't here to be </span><span style="font-size: large;">comfortable and go to Women's Bible Studies all day..We are here to bring our </span><span style="font-size: large;">families to Jesus Christ. .We are to be helpers to our husbands. .by following </span><span style="font-size: large;">them. If they don't treat us as weaker vessels, then their prayers won't be </span><span style="font-size: large;">answered. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Oh yeah, they had better treat us right. .Trouble is that God can't</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">chastise them, as he would have to blow us to kingdom come to get to our </span><span style="font-size: large;">men. . We mother them and </span><span style="font-size: large;" title="ireply">stand in the way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;" title="ireply">No man of God needs to be mothered. . He has to learn to </span><span style="font-size: large;">stand on his own two feet; and if he sins, he gets to pay for it. . But when your </span><span style="font-size: large;">husband sins, you don't need to get after him about it. .You can just enjoy </span><span style="font-size: large;">him and love him and pray for him. . . Let him do his business with God. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Often </span><span style="font-size: large;">wives worry so much over their husband's sins that all they do all day is sit </span><span style="font-size: large;">and worry. . This is crazy and causes you wives to sin. . You aren't doing your </span><span style="font-size: large;">housework, or looking after the children. You are in sin, and worry, and </span><span style="font-size: large;">fear. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> You must pray like crazy for your man. . and get the victory, and treat </span><span style="font-size: large;">your husband like he is a preacher of the Gospel. . .You WON'T make it no-how </span><span style="font-size: large;">on your own . . keeping your husband in the DOG HOUSE. . And chewin' on him all </span><span style="font-size: large;">the time like an old dog. . No, be free in Christ. . God brought you to the Lord </span><span style="font-size: large;">without anyone chewin' on you. . Let that poor man go and quit buggin' him and </span><span style="font-size: large;">watching him like he was a baby. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">He is a man made in God's image. . He</span><span style="font-size: large;" title="ireply"> is the glory of God, and you are the glory of your husband. . You are to help </span><span style="font-size: large;">this man to the Lord. . Not by your mouth and your vain instructions. . But by </span><span style="font-size: large;">your silence . . by your good works and example.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">You must never lie to your </span><span style="font-size: large;">husband. . . Don't sow lies into your marriage. No . . not at any cost. . Don't lie </span><span style="font-size: large;">about how much money you have in your purse hoping to save some back for a </span><span style="font-size: large;">rainy day. No. . tell the truth to your husband even if it brings you harm. . </span><span style="font-size: large;">I mean don't tell him about past loves or whatever . . no. . That's under the </span><span style="font-size: large;">blood. But I mean about household matters of business. . Some men have lied so </span><span style="font-size: large;">much they don't know how to tell the truth. Well you must never lie. . let them </span><span style="font-size: large;">see this example of Godliness. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Don't let them be babies by taking their place </span><span style="font-size: large;">as breadwinners. . Don't lighten their loads by taking over for them in matters </span><span style="font-size: large;">of manhood. . Be a woman to them. . Stay in your place as keeper at home. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">There </span><span style="font-size: large;">used to be an old saying, "If you want your man to be</span><span style="font-size: large;" title="ireply"> more of a man. . then you be more of a woman." And that is so true. . . Don't </span><span style="font-size: large;">cross over your line of womanhood to instruct your sissy husband. . Let him </span><span style="font-size: large;">sink or swim. Stand on the scriptures that say that his prayers won't be </span><span style="font-size: large;">answered, if he doesn't treat you as the weaker vessel.</span><br />
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Love Connie<br />
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