This world, where much is to be done and little to be known.
Wink and shut their apprehensions up.
I just know that there are two theories when arguing with women. And neither one works.
Some trees flourish, others die. Some cattle grow strong, others are taken by wolves. Some men are born rich enough and dumb enough to enjoy their lives. Ain't nothing fair. You know that.
People don't forget. Nothing gets forgiven.
Looks like the good Lord got your ass and face mixed up.
We all have problems, and we must solve them together or we die alone.
Enclosing every thin man, there's a fat man demanding elbow-room.
I have to ask myself how I can possibly expect to know Jesus as he would want to be known if my life remains unscathed by trouble and grief. How can I hope to grasp anything of God's heart for this broken planet if I never weep because its brokenness touches me and breaks my heart? How can I reflect his image if I never share in his sufferings? And how will any of us ever learn to treasure his hesed and grace if we never experience phases where these blessings seem absent?
It's something that I know how to do because I taught for a very long time, so I can do it, and I feel a responsibility to do it - for instance, in this situation, where I'm touring specifically for this period of time. But most writers are not public people. There are a few writers out there who really enjoy it and are good at it, and can both work and do that at the same time, but I'm not one of those people.
The range of variation in the female far exceeds the range of variation in the male.