Love Without Clinging, Cry If You Must,

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.

A Successful Marriage Is Made Up Of Two Good Forgivers.

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.

Worship And Worry Cannot Live In The Same Heart: They Are Mutually Exclusive.