Consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not, they spin not;
and yet I say unto you,
that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
I have a special fondness for the lilies strewn as they will through my gardens for that was Grandma's name. I think about her a lot and believe she had a profound influence on my life. She would be quite surprised, I am sure, for she was a quiet lady who kept a beautiful home. Grandma worked hard along with my handsome Scottish grandfather, also the strong, silent type though with a quiet, delightful wit.
I often consider the lilies and how they grow and am mindful of the many lessons I can learn from them as I maintain our earthly home:
"Let us aim to model and to mold our earthly homes after our heavenly home. There righteousness dwells, holiness sanctifies, love reigns, perfect confidence and sympathy and concord exist. Why should not the earthly homes of the righteous be types of this?
The home is a most marvelous and benevolent appointment of God, and is designed, among other ends, to unite, strengthen, and sanctify the different relations of life, and thus secure and promote the mutual happiness and well being of each and all. But, alas! how has sin perverted this! What places of misery are some homes on earth, even where religion is supposed to have found a place! Discord, where there should be harmony; suspicion, where there should be confidence; jealousy, where there should be delight; coldness, distance, and alienation, where there should be the warmest, closest and most endearing communion; harsh, abrupt expressions, where there should be nothing but pleasant words; indifference and neglect, where there should be the profoundest interest and sympathy; in a word, hatred, where there should be love.
But, beloved in the Lord, this should not be so with you! And with you it is an individual matter; for our homes are just what the individual members of the family make them. One unhappy temper, one unbending will, one unloving, unsympathizing heart may becloud and embitter the sunniest sweetest home on earth. Oh, cultivate the affections, the sympathies, and the communion you hope to perpetuate in heaven! By mutual forbearance, gentleness, confidence and love; by deeds of kindness, delicate attention, and graceful demeanor seek to transfer as much of the purity, love, and sunshine of your Father's House above as you can, to your Father's house below."
(from Octavius Winslow's "Our Father's House")