Family, Marriage & Youth

Christian Quotes About Family, Marriage & Youth…

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Mary Botham Howitt — God sent children for another purpose…

God sent children for another purpose than merely to keep up the race- to enlarge our hearts; and to make us unselfish and full of kindly sympathies and affections; to give our souls higher aims; to call out all our faculties to extended enterprise and exertion; and to bring round our firesides bright faces, happy smiles, and loving, tender hearts.
Mary Botham Howitt

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Richard Kerr — The most creative job in the world…

The most creative job in the world involves fashion, decorating, recreation, education, transportation, psychology, romance, cuisine, literature, art, economics, government, pediatrics, geriatrics, entertainment, maintenance, purchasing, law, religion, energy, and management. Anyone who can handle all those has to be somebody special. She (or he) is. They’re a homemaker.
Richard Kerr

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Unknown — It matters not how much Bible reading…

It matters not how much Bible reading and prayer and catechism saying and godly teaching there may be in a home, if gentleness is lacking; that is lacking which most of all the young need in the life of a home. A child must have love. Love is to its life what sunshine is to plants and flowers. No young life can ever grow to its best in a home without gentleness. The lack is one which leaves an irreparable hurt in the lives of children.
Unknown

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Unknown — A number of years back…

A number of years back, my six-year-old son and I had gone shopping at one of those giant discount toy stores with toys piled to the ceiling.  We had just come around the corner of an aisle when I saw a young, long-haired bearded man in a wheelchair.  He must have been in some terrible accident because both his legs were missing and his face was badly scarred.  Just then my six-year-old saw him too and said in a loud voice, “Look at that man, Momma!”  I did my normal mother thing and tried to shush my son, telling him it was not polite to point; but my son gave a hard tug, broke free from my hand, and went running down the aisle to the man in the wheelchair.  He stood right in front of him and said in a loud voice, “What a cool dude earring, man!  Where did you get such a neat earring?”  The young man broke into a grin that lit up his face.  He was so taken aback by the compliment that he just glowed with happiness, and the two of them stood there talking awhile about his earring and other “cool stuff.”
It made a life-long impression on me.  For I had seen only a horribly scarred man in a wheelchair, but my six-year-old saw a man with a cool dude earring.
Unknown

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Norman Corwin — Of course a home without love…

Of course a home without love is just cold real estate…it is a minuscule world.  If it has 10 books, it is partly a library; if three pictures, a little museum; if six tools, a repair shop.  If one big, crowded closet of bric-a-brac, a warehouse.  Whenever a piano or fiddle is in serious use, it is a part-time conservatory.  At mealtime grace, or in answering a child’s question about God, it is a fraction of a church.  In the throes of argument or the heart of discourse, it becomes a court; in sickness it is a field hospital; when you discover old forgotten letters, pictures, souveniers in a trunk or attic, it is a wing of archaeology.  When the kids climb trees, fences, high furniture, or other forbidden obstacles, it is a commando camp…
Norman Corwin (his graphic description of the components of home life)

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Raymond T. Moreland — Benjamin West tells…

Benjamin West tells how he actually became a successful and important painter.  When he was young, his mother went out and left him in charge of his sister Sally.  In the meantime, little Benjamin discovered bottles of colored ink and began to do Sally’s portrait.  What a mess soon developed.  Finally, when Ben’s mother came home and saw the tragic mess, she said nothing.  She merely picked up the paper with the portrait and said, “Why it’s Sally!” and she kissed Ben.  Ever since that day, West has said, “My mother’s kiss made me a painter.”
Raymond T. Moreland

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Mother Teresa — It is very important that children learn…

It is very important that children learn from their fathers and mothers how to love one another- not in the school, not from the teacher, but from you.  It is very important that you share with your children the joy of that smile.  There will be misunderstandings; every family has its cross, its suffering.  Always be the first to forgive with a smile.  Be cheerful, be happy.
Mother Teresa

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The West Side Baptist — There were two young boys…

There were two young boys who were raised in the home of an alcoholic father.  As young men, they each went their own way.  Years later, a psychologist who was analyzing what drunkenness does to children in the home searched out these two men.  One had turned out to be like his father, a hopeless alcoholic.  The other had turned out to be a teetotaler.  The counselor asked the first man, “Why did you become an alcoholic?”  And the second, “Why did you become a teetotaler?”  And they both gave the same identical answer in these words, “What else could you expect when you had a father like mine?”  It’s not what happens to you in life but how you react to it that makes the difference.  Every human being in the same situation has the possibilities of choosing how he will react, either positively or negatively.
The West Side Baptist

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Carole Sanderson Streeter — Your home can be a place…

Your home can be a place for dying or living, for wilting or blooming, for anxiety or peace, for discouragement or affirmation, for criticism or approval, for profane disregard or reverence, for suspicion or trust, for blame or forgiveness, for alienation or closeness, for violation or respect, for carelessness or caring.  By your daily choices, you will make your home what you want it to be.
Carole Sanderson Streeter

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Ruth Bell Graham — I think it’s important to teach our children…

I think it’s important to teach our children- as the Bible says- line upon line, precept upon precept, here a little, there a little.  If you try to teach a child too rapidly, much will be lost.  But the time for teaching and training is preteen.  When they reach the teenage years, it’s time to shut up and start listening.
Ruth Bell Graham 

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Jill Briscoe — If only God would lean out of heaven…

If only God would lean out of heaven and tell me [my children] are going to make it, I could relax.  But God doesn’t do that.  He tells us to be the parents he has called us to be in his strength and promises to do his part.  Driven to prayer (after discovering that manipulation didn’t work), I began to realize I was only truly positive and confident when I’d been flat on my face before the Lord.
Jill Briscoe

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Unknown — Are all the children in…

ARE ALL THE CHILDREN IN?

I think oftimes as the night draws nigh
Of an old house on the hill,
Of a yard all wide and blossom starred
Where the children played at will.
And when the night at last came down,
Hushing the merry din,
Mother would look around and ask,
“Are all the children in?”

Tis many and many a year since then,
And the old house on the hill
No longer echoes to childish feet,
And the yard is still, so still.
But I see it all, as the shadows creep
And though many the years have been
Since then, I can hear my mother ask
“Are all the children in?”

I wonder if when the shadows fall
On the last short earthly day,
When we say good-bye to world outside,
All tired with our childish play.
When we step out into that Other Land
Where mother so long has been,
Will we hear her ask, just as of old,
“Are all the children in?”

Unknown

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Mrs. Roy F. Carter — Our five-year-old Jeanie took to rising…

Our five-year-old Jeanie took to rising at 5:30 each morning and puttering around just long enough to wake the rest of us before climbing back into bed.  Her reason was always the same- she had to see if there was a surprise.  Finally we told her firmly that she must stop and that there wouldn’t be any surprises until Christmas, which was months away.  “I wasn’t talking about living-room surprises,” she said through her tears.  “I was talking about like yesterday morning it was raining, and this morning real summer’s here, and tomorrow morning I’ll probably find some pink in the rosebuds.”  Jeanie still gets up each morning at 5:30.
Mrs. Roy F. Carter 

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Unknown — One Sunday I was entertained in a farm home…

One Sunday I was entertained in a farm home of a member of a rural church.  I was impressed by the intelligence and unusually good behavior of the only child in the home, a little four-year-old boy.  Then I discovered one reason for the child’s charm.  The mother was at the kitchen sink, washing the intricate parts of the cream separator when the little fellow came to her with a magazine.  “Mother,” he asked, “what is this man in the picture doing?”  To my surprise she dried her hands, sat down on a chair and taking the boy in her lap she spent ten minutes answering his questions.  After the child had left I commented on her having interrupted her chores to answer the boy’s questions, saying, “Most mothers wouldn’t have bothered.”  “I expect to be washing cream separators for the rest of my life,” she told me, “But never again will my son ask me that question!”
Unknown

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Dorothy Dupont — One day…

One day, a child of mine came home in tears. Another child had been mean to him and hurt his feelings. I want to say now, as I said then, “When a person doesn’t like you, or is mean to you, it has more to do with them than it does with you. Dry your tears. You cannot be loved by everyone, because everyone cannot love themselves. You can know that I will always love you. And the greatest gift you can give to others is to love yourself. If you do that, you can love others without worrying whether they love you back. You will have enough love for both of you.”
Dorothy Dupont