All wives are homemakers. Some do a better job than others, but all are homemakers. That is what they are created to be, and they cannot escape it how they try. But if they fall in line with the will of God, they assuredly do a better job than if they resist.
From the first night the wife makes a home for her husband. It is when he enters into that home that, indeed, they become husband and wife… one flesh. It may be a contentious home, and even one where he is denied his proper place, defrauded, for long periods of time… but it is from thenceforth his home.
And soon his entry becomes the occasion for another occupant of the home. A warm and quiet place is provided for the new occupant, where they grow for long months. All their needs are supplied… by the maker of that home.
And then the day comes when the occupant is expelled from this, their first home… yet they are laid in the arms of the maker of that home, and nursed at the breast of the provider of the home… thus they have a new home, yet the same home.
And again their needs are supplied by the home maker. Day and night the home maker and the child maker seek diligently to fulfill all of the wants, meet all of the needs, of their new progeny. And it is the heart of the home maker which provides the core of the new home, the fire which warms it.
Soon other occupants come, and they share together in the warmth around the fire; share in the efforts of the home maker to provide for them, of the child maker to protect and sustain them. Even as they begin to share their hearts with the new occupants and others outside the home, still, their heart has a resting place only filled by the home maker.
Till at last the day comes when they must leave the home… and for what? Either to be, or to enter, a new home.