God has not always answered my prayers. If He had, I would have married the wrong man – several times!
A happy marriage is the union of two good forgivers.
Just pray for a tough hide and a tender heart.
My job is to take care of the possible and to trust God with the impossible.
Down through the years, I turned to the Bible and found in it all that I needed.
Worship and worry cannot live in the same heart: they are mutually exclusive.
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.
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.
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.
Love without clinging, cry if you must, but privately cry, the heart will adjust.
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.
It takes more faith to be an atheist than to believe in God.
God does not punish us for our sins but by them.
Every cat knows some things need to be buried.
We cannot pray and remain the same.
Pity the married couple who expect too much from one another.
End of Construction – Thank you for your patience.
Prodigals are not limited in gender, race, age or color. They do have one thing in common: They have left home, and they are missed.