My Job Is To Take Care Of

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

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.

Pity The Married Couple Who Expect Too Much From One Another.

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

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.