We Cannot Pray And Remain The Same.

Love Without Clinging, Cry If You Must, But Privately Cry, The Heart Will Adjust.

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.

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.

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

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