May Your Hope Chest B e Filled With Hope And Wisdom
Dear Handmaidens,
I remember when I was a newly-engaged girl, my mother and father provided a hope chest for me. We weren't very well off, but they acquired an old writing bureau which they kept in their bedroom for me as my own room was too small. This hope chest was filled gradually with all the usual things to ensure a well stocked home with crocks and linens. But I found this was not its primary purpose for me. It became my focus and purpose in life- reminding me of the task ahead of becoming mistress of my own home. Each time I added something to it, it filled my soul with longing for the day of marriage and hope for the future.
As I worked and saved for my wedding and new home, it became my anchor. Every kitchen article was added with dreams of me cooking delicious meals for my beloved. Each towel I folded filled me with visions of them flapping on the line and I would plan how to wash them properly and keep them soft and fluffy. Fluffy enough to wrap up my new baby after its bath. For every sheet and blanket focused me on the physical side of marriage filling my heart with the promise of children conceived in love. As I added to my picnic ware, my mind would race imagining flying kites, feeding the ducks by the pond and country drives with my husband and children ..life held great promise for me in that hope chest...and although mine was not a true hope chest- it was full of hope.
May your hope chest fill you with joy and hope- no matter what its actual appearance. May it fill you with hope for the future as you keep your eyes on Jesus whilst He seeks out your future husband. Let this be a time of joyful preparation for your high calling as a future wife and mother.
Glenys Robyn Hicks
“Wisdom hath builded her house, she hath hewn out her seven pillars” Proverbs 9:1
I remember when I was a newly-engaged girl, my mother and father provided a hope chest for me. We weren't very well off, but they acquired an old writing bureau which they kept in their bedroom for me as my own room was too small. This hope chest was filled gradually with all the usual things to ensure a well stocked home with crocks and linens. But I found this was not its primary purpose for me. It became my focus and purpose in life- reminding me of the task ahead of becoming mistress of my own home. Each time I added something to it, it filled my soul with longing for the day of marriage and hope for the future.
As I worked and saved for my wedding and new home, it became my anchor. Every kitchen article was added with dreams of me cooking delicious meals for my beloved. Each towel I folded filled me with visions of them flapping on the line and I would plan how to wash them properly and keep them soft and fluffy. Fluffy enough to wrap up my new baby after its bath. For every sheet and blanket focused me on the physical side of marriage filling my heart with the promise of children conceived in love. As I added to my picnic ware, my mind would race imagining flying kites, feeding the ducks by the pond and country drives with my husband and children ..life held great promise for me in that hope chest...and although mine was not a true hope chest- it was full of hope.
May your hope chest fill you with joy and hope- no matter what its actual appearance. May it fill you with hope for the future as you keep your eyes on Jesus whilst He seeks out your future husband. Let this be a time of joyful preparation for your high calling as a future wife and mother.
Glenys Robyn Hicks
“Wisdom hath builded her house, she hath hewn out her seven pillars” Proverbs 9:1
posted by Karla @ Friday, May 05, 2006
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