End Of Construction - Thank You For

My Job Is To Take Care Of The Possible And To Trust God With The Impossible.

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.

Down Through The Years, I Turned To The Bible And Found In It All That I Needed

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 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.