God Has Not Always Answered

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.

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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

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.

A Happy Marriage Is The Union Of Two Good Forgivers.