I found this in the attic this morning and it brought back memories of courting Mrs Bathfire. It was one of the things that drew me to her (guided by Jesus's hand, obviously). Her father told me she had made it, but she, modestly, denied it.
When we moved in to our first home. I placed it on the wall but it mysteriously disappeared a few days later. I assumed that it had been lost in the "moving-in" process.
I am glad to have found it. I was taken by the simplicity of the philosophy and reflected how women often play the victim card when, in fact, their God-given roles will make them happier. I cleaned it up a little and placed it over the fireplace.
I hope it doesn't disappear again.