If I Marry

In the midst of a pile of papers I purged while recently packing, I found these words (thanks Kelly--You gave this to me years ago) written by a 17 year old Ruth Bell Graham as she was on the USS McKinley on her way to Wheaton College from her life as a missionary child in China.  Wheaton is, of course, where she met Billy, who fits the criteria quite nicely.  

It has been around a while, but I pray this will fall on fresh on some ladies today.

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 child.

Or Psalm 112, all of it...

Favorite Thing today: The new ESV Study Bible is seriously rocking my world.  Seriously.