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| "Dr. J. Robertson McQuilkin was formerly the president of Columbia Bible College and Seminary. He is one of the most remarkable people in our world. He is conference speaker and author of note. But none of those credentials exceed his exemplary and heart-gripping love for his ailing wife, Muriel. She has walked down the grim and lonely world of Alzheimer's disease for the last twenty years. Mr. McQuilkin gave up his presidency and numerous other responsibilities to care for her and to love her. He has penned his emotional journey in one of the most magnificient little books ever written. At one point in the book he recounts this incident:
Once our flight was delayed in Atlanta and we had to wait a couple of hours. Now that'a a challenge. Every few minutes, the same qustions, the same answer about what we're doing here, when are we going home. And every few minutes we'd take a fast paced walk down the terminal in earnest search of --what? Muriel had always been a speed walker. I had to jog to keep up with her!
An attractive woman sat across from us, working diligently on her computer. Once, when we returned from an excursion, she said something, without looking up from her papers, Since no one spoke to me or at least mumbled in protest of our constant activity, "Pardon?" I asked.
"Oh," she said, "I was just asking myself, 'Will i ever find a man to love me like that?'"
[[from A Promise Kept]] | | |
| if you could see the face of brokenness, how deeply would your heart tear?
don't use your words, your time, your pride to hurt her. please god. treat your girlfriend like a bride of god.
oh my god it makes me weep when you don't love her like she's His. like she's real. please. you're hurting me too. | | |
| goodbye to you
goodbye to everything that i knew
you were the one i loved
the one thing that i tried to hold onto
if only michelle branch still made music.
things you wanted to accomplish before college: 29
things you did: 120
from that list: 4
goodbye to you
goodbye to everything that i knew
you were the one i loved
the one thing that i tried to hold onto | | |
| you know how awkward this post can make my life?
so awkward
ohwell
one of my super casual, favorite teachers today brought this up,
the idea that there are/were a solid number of people i could... see myself with
(just like she did- when she randomly asked, "why didn't you go out with him?" haha!!! she's so cute!)
and surely, god always has his ways :)
someone wrote a letter recently, reflecting upon me through high school
and resolved that boys were among my biggest struggles these past 4 years
- if that's so, i've had a really good past 4 years- i've had very mild struggles
i want to clarify, due to the consecutive entries about this topic
that i feel really, really blessed by God. he takes care of me
where i could be like this and so many others- struggling to be content when not pursued/matched in my liking someone
i'm instead, more-or-less really content to wait until i'm "ready."
i wasn't quite so content until the fiasco that was relationship-dissolving this past fall,
but it didn't consume me in high school like, ....
that's all im going to say. knowing what i was a slave to... all the things i was a slave to
and to what depth those issues became... i'm... proud to say- god he is so good, that
he has shielded me from ... this
there are fleeting moments when i think of taylor swift's "our song" and just sigh. lol
but in general... the terribleness of nelson and i falling apart is proving such a blessing. nothing else could make me cringe at the thought of living out something similar, again.
the lord makes supposed "possibilities" unthinkable. whether it's them being so not-a-right-match, liked by a friend, "fun! but not what i need," or weekend alcoholics, they're just not real potentialities. good :)
i'm quite afraid of dating. i'm quite turned off. i'm quite hoping god and i are in sync on this: single throughout undergrad | | |
| barnabas' ministry needs help:: please pray, please show your love
WORLD MISSIONSSSSSS ------- if compassion became a movement. if compassion became a motion to champion, like going green in all its fabulous fad-ism, think of how much could be spared---------
ignorance is a cancer that ought to be spat out like the vomit of a flu patient
we search for someone(s) to know us | | |
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