My job is to take care of the possible and to trust God with the impossible.
A happy marriage is the union of two good forgivers.
If I marry: He must be so tall that when he is on his knees, as one has said he reaches all the way to heaven. His shoulders must be broad enough to bear the burden of a family. His lips must be strong enough to smile, firm enough to say no, and tender enough to kiss. Love must be so deep that it takes its stand in Christ and so wide that it takes the whole lost world in. He must be active enough to save souls. He must be big enough to be gentle and great enough to be thoughtful. His arms must be strong enough to carry a little child.
If our children have the background of a godly, happy home and this unshakable faith that the Bible is indeed the Word of God, they will have a foundation that the forces of hell cannot shake.
Worship and worry cannot live in the same heart: they are mutually exclusive.
It is a foolish woman who expects her husband to be to her that which only Jesus Christ Himself can be: always ready to forgive, totally understanding, unendingly patient, invariably tender and loving, unfailing in every area, anticipating every need, and making more than adequate provision. Such expectations put a man under an impossible strain
God has not always answered my prayers. If He had, I would have married the wrong man — several times!
A successful marriage is made up of two good forgivers.
Just pray for a tough hide and a tender heart.
If I cannot give my children a perfect mother I can at least give them more of the one they’ve got–and make that one more loving. I will be available. I will take time to listen, time to play, time to be home when they arrive from school, time to counsel and encouerage.
We cannot pray and remain the same.
Dear God, I prayed, all unafraid (as we’re inclined to do), I do not need a handsome man but let him be like You; I do not need one big and strong nor yet so very tall, nor need he be some genius, or wealthy, Lord, at all; but let his head be high, dear God, and let his eye be clear, his shoulders straight, whate’er his state, whate’er his earthly sphere; and let his face have character, a ruggedness if soul, and let his whole life show, dear God, a singleness of goal; then when he comes (as he will come) with quiet eyes aglow, I’ll understand that he’s the man I prayed for long ago.
Temptation and testing (or a trial) are two sides of the same coin. Satan uses an occasion or a person to tempt us to fall; God uses the same to try us and make us stronger.
I think losing a loved one must be a little like losing a leg. First there is the shock, then the anesthetic, and the painkillers; the attention of doctors and nurses, flowers and cards and visits from friends. But sooner or later you have to learn to walk without it.
Down through the years, I turned to the Bible and found in it all that I needed
Every cat knows some things need to be buried.
Pity the married couple who expect too much from one another.
End of Construction – Thank you for your patience.
It takes more faith to be an atheist than to believe in God.
Love without clinging, cry if you must, but privately cry, the heart will adjust.
God does not punish us for our sins but by them.
Take all away. I am content to know Such love is mine-for life is all too brief To grieve for pleasures bringing only grief; Give me but You; it is enough just so.
Death – Death can be faced, dealt with, adjusted to, outlived. It’s the not knowing that destroys interminably… This being suspended in suspense; waiting – weightless, How does one face the faceless, adjust to nothing? Waiting implies something to wait for. Is there? There is One. One who knows… I rest my soul on that.
The city is not changing anything, … increases in the cost of natural gas will be passed through to the customer.