Friday, December 12, 2008

A Man's View Of A Kiss

The Princess and the Kiss by Jennie Bishop

Many men came ,one by one, to ask for the princess' hand in marriage.
One by one she turned them all away. None seemed worthy of her kiss. She began to doubt that she would ever find a husband.
The next day, a common man came to the castle.
He asked to see the princess.
The man was taken to the royal garden where the princess and her parents were walking among the rosebushes.
The princess' mother and father were surprised. Who was this man?
he seemed common - yet kindness was his manner.
The man looked into the princess' eyes.
''I have worked in your father's fields for many years. I prayed and watched and waited for one who could be my wife, yet found no one . Then one day I saw you walking on the palace lawn. Your beauty was marvelous, and your purity sparkled like diamonds.''
The princess blushed, and her heart began to beat widely.
''I have little to offer you, Princess,...I have no gold. I have no means to travel the earth. I am not as strong as many...''
''...but I do have one very special gift I can give to you.''
This is my First Kiss, Princess,'' said the man. ''God gave this gift to me on the day I was born. My parents kept it for me until I became a man. I have saved it all my life for you. Would you be my Wife?
''Yes!'' she cried.'' Oh, yes, with all my heart!''

I liked how this book shows the man saving his first kiss for his wife.We need to show that purity is just as important for males as it is for females.Males need to follow the traits of fidelity,sacrifice and duty.We need to strive to be worthy of the precious woman we would hope to marry.

Friday, September 26, 2008

The Comforter Has Come

O spread the tidings ’round, wherever man is found,
Wherever human hearts and human woes abound;
Let ev’ry Christian tongue proclaim the joyful sound:
The Comforter has come!


The Comforter has come, the Comforter has come!
The Holy Ghost from Heav’n, the Father’s promise giv’n;
O spread the tidings ’round, wherever man is found—
The Comforter has come!

The long, long night is past, the morning breaks at last,
And hushed the dreadful wail and fury of the blast,
As o’er the golden hills the day advances fast!
The Comforter has come!


Lo, the great King of kings, with healing in His wings,
To ev’ry captive soul a full deliverance brings;
And through the vacant cells the song of triumph rings;
The Comforter has come!


O boundless love divine! How shall this tongue of mine
To wond’ring mortals tell the matchless grace divine—
That I, a child of hell, should in His image shine!
The Comforter has come!


Sing till the echoes fly above the vaulted sky,
And all the saints above to all below reply,
In strains of endless love, the song that ne’er will die:
The Comforter has come!


This is a hymn that I enjoy singing at church.The Cyber Hymnal link to the tune is here

Friday, August 29, 2008


While reading this blog I found this link to an article on Self-Serving Chivalry.There is a related one at The Rebelution here called Counterfeit Chivalry.

They discuss how woman can be suspicious of chivalrious actions as many men use them as a way to flirt or only with pretty females.For real chivalry we males must remember to do them because it's the right thing to do-not to just impress someone.And we need to do them for everyone-whether they are young or old,popular or not.

We can follow the examples of Mr Knightley from Emma "Who is the last man in the world who would intentionally give any woman the idea of his feeling more for her than he really does." and Mr Sydney from An Old-Fashioned Girl who was liked by Polly as he embodied her mothers view "That a real gentleman is as polite to a little girl as to a woman."

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Faithfully by Eric and Leslie ludy

This is a song about true love and letting God write your love story.


Friday, June 13, 2008

To Be A Lady

I found this at the site

"I am a lady, therefore I will not......

Disrespect my family. (Mom and Dad know best!)...

Sacrifice girl time. (They're pretty rockin'!)...

Initiate dates. (I want to be pursued!)...

Dress immodestly. (Modest is the hottest!)...

Open my own doors. (I'm not lazy, it's just that chivalry is not dead!)...

Make the first move. (I really stink at chess...)...

Have a potty-mouth. (Toilets belong in stalls...)...

Tempt my brothers in Christ. (He's someone's future husband.)...

Deny the power of prayer. (Amen.)...

Violate my purity. (True love waits.)...

Have the manners of a cavewoman. (I was not born in a barn.)...

Dance in a way that does not honor God. (Grinding is done in woodshop class, not on the dance floor.)...

Abuse my body with alcohol and other drugs. (My body is a temple of God!)...

Obsess about my physical appearance. (I am fearfully and wonderfully made.)...

Be discontent in my current situation. (God knows how to give good gifts--there's none like the present!)(A great guy is worth waiting for.)...

Underestimate the power of God. (He's bigger than my mistakes!)...

Date someone who doesn't respect me. (I am a Lady!!!)...

Disrespect the gentlemen in my life. (They deserve respect, too!)...

Defraud myself by putting myself in situations where I'm tempted to act un-ladylike. (don't flirt with fire) (Not how close CAN I get to the line... but how FAR can I get from the temptation!)"

Saturday, May 10, 2008

My Sheer 1860s Dress

This is a dress that Katherine wore to an reenactment.She made that dress and many others.

I enjoy the fashions of that era.

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Help For Husbands

This was a sermon I heard on sermonaudio here. It was by Gordon Dane of the Free Presbyterian Church.

I enjoyed hearing him discuss the role of the husband as it doesn't get mentioned as much as the wife's role.

"If we emphasize on what the Bible says about the wives we get a wrong impression.If we say that the wife is to submit and don't get the husbands part,we can get a wrong impression of what the Bible advocates.When we see the fullness of what the scripture says,than we see the real wisdom of God."

"You sacrifice for her.You give up things for her.Give her things she needs.Put her before you.That's the love that the Bible speaks about.That's exercising your headship properly."

Those quotes really spoke to me.It showed me the great responsibility and honour the role of a husband is.You can listen to the sermon or download it on MP3 format.

Saturday, April 5, 2008

The Old Paths


I liked the old paths, when Moms were at home. Dads were at work. Brothers went into the army. And sisters got married BEFORE having children! Crime did not pay: Hard work did:And people knew the difference.

Moms could cook: Dads would work; Children would behave: Husbands were loving; Wives were supportive: And children were polite. Women wore the jewelry: And Men wore the pants. Women looked like ladies: Men looked like gentlemen; And children looked decent.

People loved the truth, and hated a lie; They came to church to get IN, Not to get OUT! Hymns sounded Godly; Sermons sounded helpful: Rejoicing sounded normal: And crying sound­ ed sincere. Cursing was wicked: Drinking was evil, and divorce was unthinkable. The flag was honored; The nation was beautiful: And God was welcome!

We read the Bible in public: Prayed in school, and preached from house to house. To be called a Canadian or American was worth dying for: To be called a Christian was worth living for ; To be called a traitor was a shame!

Sex was a personal word. Homosexual was an unheard of word, and abortion was an illegal word. Preachers preached because they had a message: And Christians rejoiced because they had the VICTORY!

Preachers preached from the Bible: Singers sang from the heart: And sinners turned to the Lord to be SA VED! A new birth meant a new life; Salvation meant a changed life; Following Christ led to eternal life.

Being a preacher meant you proclaimed the word of God: Being a deacon meant you would serve the Lord: Being a Christian meant you would live for Jesus: And being a sinner meant someone was praying for you!

Laws were based on the Bible; Homes read the Bible: And churches taught the Bible. Preachers were more interested in new converts, than new clothes and new cars. God was worshipped: Christ was exalted: and the Holy Spirit was respected.

Church was where you found Christians on the Lord's day, rather than in the garden, on the creek bank, on the golf course, or being entertained somewhere else.
I still like the old paths the best!

"The Old Paths" was written by a retired minister

This is from the Jan/Feb 2007 edition of The Canadian Revivalist.It's put out by the Free Presbyterian Churches of Canada.

Thursday, March 6, 2008

Miss Jane Day

``If you will thank me,'' he replied, ``let it be for yourself alone. That the wish of giving happiness to you might add force to the other inducements which led me on, I shall not attempt to deny. But your family owe me nothing. Much as I respect them, I believe I thought only of you.''

Elizabeth was too much embarrassed to say a word. After a short pause, her companion added, ``You are too generous to trifle with me. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes are unchanged, but one word from you will silence me on this subject for ever.''

``It taught me to hope,'' said he, ``as I had scarcely ever allowed myself to hope before. I knew enough of your disposition to be certain that, had you been absolutely, irrevocably decided against me, you would have acknowledged it to Lady Catherine, frankly and openly.''

Elizabeth coloured and laughed as she replied, ``Yes, you know enough of my frankness to believe me capable of that. After abusing you so abominably to your face, I could have no scruple in abusing you to all your relations.''

``What did you say of me, that I did not deserve? For, though your accusations were ill-founded, formed on mistaken premises, my behaviour to you at the time had merited the severest reproof. It was unpardonable. I cannot think of it without abhorrence.''

``I cannot be so easily reconciled to myself. The recollection of what I then said, of my conduct, my manners, my expressions during the whole of it, is now, and has been many months, inexpressibly painful to me. Your reproof, so well applied, I shall never forget: "had you behaved in a more gentleman-like manner." Those were your words. You know not, you can scarcely conceive, how they have tortured me; -- though it was some time, I confess, before I was reasonable enough to allow their justice.''

``I was certainly very far from expecting them to make so strong an impression. I had not the smallest idea of their being ever felt in such a way.''

``I can easily believe it. You thought me then devoid of every proper feeling, I am sure you did. The turn of your countenance I shall never forget, as you said that I could not have addressed you in any possible way that would induce you to accept me.''

``I cannot give you credit for any philosophy of the kind. Your retrospections must be so totally void of reproach, that the contentment arising from them is not of philosophy, but, what is much better, of innocence. But with me, it is not so. Painful recollections will intrude which cannot, which ought not, to be repelled. I have been a selfish being all my life, in practice, though not in principle. As a child I was taught what was right, but I was not taught to correct my temper. I was given good principles, but left to follow them in pride and conceit. Unfortunately an only son (for many years an only child), I was spoilt by my parents, who, though good themselves (my father, particularly, all that was benevolent and amiable), allowed, encouraged, almost taught me to be selfish and overbearing; to care for none beyond my own family circle; to think meanly of all the rest of the world; to wish at least to think meanly of their sense and worth compared with my own. Such I was, from eight to eight and twenty; and such I might still have been but for you, dearest, loveliest Elizabeth! What do I not owe you! You taught me a lesson, hard indeed at first, but most advantageous. By you, I was properly humbled. I came to you without a doubt of my reception. You shewed me how insufficient were all my pretensions to please a woman worthy of being pleased.''

``My object then,'' replied Darcy, ``was to shew you, by every civility in my power, that I was not so mean as to resent the past; and I hoped to obtain your forgiveness, to lessen your ill opinion, by letting you see that your reproofs had been attended to. How soon any other wishes introduced themselves I can hardly tell, but I believe in about half an hour after I had seen you.''

Thursday, February 28, 2008

Miss Jane Day

This is part of the discussion between Anne and Harville on whether man or woman loves longest.I like this scene and Wentworth's letter as it gives a man's view of love.

"Look here," said he, unfolding a parcel in his hand, and displaying a small miniature painting; "do you know who that is?"

"Certainly: Captain Benwick."

"Yes, and you may guess who it is for. But" (in a deep tone) "it was not done for her. Miss Elliot, do you remember our walking together at Lyme, and grieving for him? I little thought then -- but no matter. This was drawn at the Cape. He met with a clever young German artist at the Cape, and in compliance with a promise to my poor sister, sat to him, and was bringing it home for her; And I have now the charge of getting it properly set for another! It was a commission to me! But who else was there to employ? I hope I can allow for him. I am not sorry, indeed, to make it over to another. He undertakes it" (looking towards Captain Wentworth); "he is writing about it now." And with a quivering lip he wound up the whole by adding, "Poor Fanny! she would not have forgotten him so soon!"

"No," replied Anne, in a low, feeling voice, "that, I can easily believe."

"It was not in her nature. She doated on him."

"It would not be the nature of any woman who truly loved."

Captain Harville smiled, as much as to say, "Do you claim that for your sex?" and she answered the question, smiling also, "Yes. We certainly do not forget you so soon as you forget us. It is, perhaps, our fate rather than our merit. We cannot help ourselves. We live at home, quiet, confined, and our feelings prey upon us. You are forced on exertion. You have always a profession, pursuits, business of some sort or other, to take you back into the world immediately, and continual occupation and change soon weaken impressions."

"Ah!" cried Captain Harville, in a tone of strong feeling, "if I could but make you comprehend what a man suffers when he takes a last look at his wife and children, and watches the boat that he has sent them off in, as long as it is in sight, and then turns away and says, 'God knows whether we ever meet again!' And then, if I could convey to you the glow of his soul when he does see them again; when, coming back after a twelvemonth's absence, perhaps, and obliged to put into another port, he calculates how soon it be possible to get them there, pretending to deceive himself, and saying, 'They cannot be here till such a day,' but all the while hoping for them twelve hours sooner, and seeing them arrive at last, as if Heaven had given them wings, by many hours sooner still! If I could explain to you all this, and all that a man can bear and do, and glories to do, for the sake of these treasures of his existence! I speak, you know, only of such men as have hearts!" pressing his own with emotion.

"Oh!" cried Anne eagerly, "I hope I do justice to all that is felt by you, and by those who resemble you. God forbid that I should undervalue the warm and faithful feelings of any of my fellow-creatures! I should deserve utter contempt if I dared to suppose that true attachment and constancy were known only by woman. No, I believe you capable of everything great and good in your married lives. I believe you equal to every important exertion, and to every domestic forbearance, so long as -- if I may be allowed the expression, so long as you have an object. I mean while the woman you love lives, and lives for you. All the privilege I claim for my own sex (it is not a very enviable one: you need not covet it), is that of loving longest, when existence or when hope is gone!"

The revolution which one instant had made in Anne was almost beyond expression. The letter, with a direction hardly legible, to "Miss A. E -- ," was evidently the one which he had been folding so hastily. While supposed to be writing only to Captain Benwick, he had been also addressing her! On the contents of that letter depended all which this world could do for her. Anything was possible, anything might be defied rather than suspense. Mrs. Musgrove had little arrangements of her own at her own table; to their protection she must trust, and, sinking into the chair which he had occupied, succeeding to the very spot where he had leaned and written, her eyes devoured the following words --

"I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone I think and plan. Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I had not waited even these ten days, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have penetrated mine. I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me. You sink your voice, but I can distinguish the tones of that voice when they would be lost on others. Too good, too excellent creature! You do us justice, indeed. You do believe that there is true attachment and constancy among men. Believe it to be most fervent, most undeviating, in
F. W."
"I must go, uncertain of my fate; but I shall return hither, or follow your party, as soon as possible. A word, a look will be enough to decide whether I enter your father's house this evening or never."

The idea of a weekly series of quotes/scenes from Jane Austen came from Ana at

Saturday, February 16, 2008


The rules for this meme are: (1) Link to the person that tagged you. (2) Post the rules on your blog. (3) Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself. (4) Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs. (5) Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.

I was tagged by Ana at

1) I'm left-handed.

2) When I eat a grilled cheese sandwich I usually eat the crust around the bread first.

3) I like drinking tea.

4) A Jane Austen fan.

5) A fan of 19th century-espically Regency and Civil War era's- dresses and bonnets/hats.

6) When I will have a special dessert at night like dark chocolate or brownie and a coke I like to watch a favourite movie or I feel like the dessert is being wasted.

Friday, February 1, 2008

Let's Take An Old-Fashioned Walk

Let's take an old-fashioned walk,
I'm just burstin' with talk.
What a tale could be told, if we went for
An old-fashioned walk!

Let's take a stroll thru the park,
Down a lane where it's dark,
And a heart that's controlled, may relax on
An old-fashioned walk!

I know, for a couple who seem to be miles apart,
There's nothin' like walkin' and having a heart to heart.
I know a girl who declined, couldn't make up her mind,
She was wrapped up an' sold, comin' home from
An old-fashioned walk!

Some couples go for a buggy ride,
When they start caring a lot!
Others will bicycle side by side,
Out to some romantic spot!
Some take a ride on a bus,
But that would not do for us . . .

Let's take an old-fashioned walk,
I'm just burstin' with talk.
What a tale could be told, if we went for
An old-fashioned walk!

Let's take a stroll thru the park,
Down a lane where it's dark . . .
And a heart that's controlled, may relax on
An old-fashioned walk!

This song was written by Irving Berlin in 1949.The song title made me think of a Jane Austen movie.Courting couples going for long walks in the countryside getting to know each other.The lady holding the gentleman's arm.Long dresses and bonnets.I guess I have a romantic nature.

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

The Hoop Skirt

A Whoop About Hoops

For when a smitten wretch has seen
Among the lost in crinoline,
The one his heart holds dearer,
Oh! what a chill to ardent passion,
To feel that through this hollow fashion
He never can be nearer!

That instead of timidity drawing near,
And pouring into her thrilling ear
The flood of his soul's devotion,
He must stand and bellow in thunder tones,
Across half an acre of skirts and bones,
As if hailing a ship on the ocean.

This poem is from an 1857 issue of Harper's Weekly.It's from a book called The Wonderful World of Ladies Fashion(1850-1920) Edited by Joseph Schroeder,Jr that I took out of the library.Not everyone liked the hoop skirt as there were many cartoons and poems deriding it that appeared at the time.This poem is quite representative of the critics.