Here's the Thing...
The thing is, I'll turn fifty-two next month, so I've been having to deal with the sudden realization that my life is almost half over. It's caused me to wonder things like:
Not Why I Love my Wife
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"I love my wife because she calls me out whenever I'm wrong, corrects my faults, and keeps me on the right path." ...said no real man, ever.
That's not why a real man loves his wife. So why can't women figure this out? Maybe it's because the men can't even figure it out.
She is My Gem
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Dear Society:
I Can't Say Enough About God
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I dunno… I just find myself at a point in my life where I have this overwhelming sense of awestruck wonder, and words just fail me.
Satisfaction
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Is God satisfied?
Think about satisfaction, and what it is and what it means. In regards to your marriage... what are your requirements for satisfaction? Surely intimacy comes to mind. And, of course, sex comes to mind—perhaps more for the men than for the women.
A Battle Lost
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How many girls have never known
How much a man has loved her?
How many have never understood
The power that could have been theirs?
I don't think they pause to consider
The hearts they have bent
Or the plans they have contrived
In the soul of the one they've cast aside.
A man changes his direction,
Holding Her Tight, He'll Never Let Go
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It happened perchance, he met her one day
With a passing glance, she cast a smile his way
An instant attraction, he could not deny
Just a Little More Time
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Just a little more time,
Just a little more time,
'til my Savior returns,
Bringing water and wine.
Then the lemon and lime
Will be sweet as the rose,
And the rifles and swords
Become shovels and hoes.
Thus this battle of sin
Which we find ourselves in
Will be finished that day
When He's vanquished our foes.
Then with Him we'll recline
And together we'll dine
As He writes off our past
A Letter to My Friends
Friends, the time is short.
None of us knows which day will be our last. I am more aware of this now than ever.
In my younger years, I was concerned with how I might be perceived, or whom I might offend. But I'm old now, and I find that I no longer have much concern about either of those things. And here's the thing: At the end of our lives, whom do you suppose we should be concerned with? About who's opinion of ourselves do you suppose we should concern ourselves? Is it not God's?
Seeing God's Will
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The chill of the pre-dawn air in the lower layer of last night's inversion stung just a little bit. But Billy knew that it wouldn't be long before the sun's radiant splendor would flip his atmosphere over, and warmth would prevail. Thus, it was easy to disregard this temporary discomfort. Eddy was not convinced, however, that their quest was even worth the effort. His bed had been warm, and he now found himself dragging his feet, wondering how his friend Billy had talked him into coming along on this fool's mission.