Then the man said, "This at last is bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh; she shall be called Woman, because she was taken out of Man." (Gen. 2:23)
A Chore for Everyday
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Når jeg er bekymret, sier mannen min bestandig, Ikke bekymre deg, det ordner seg. Han har rett alltid. "Vær ikke bekymret for noe! Men la alt som ligger dere på hjertet, komme fram for Gud i bønn, og kall på ham med takk!" (Fil. 4:7)
Who does not hope, to know and understand her strangest passion. Where she grips at all labours, and always the heaviest plight. When at once she grasps, all pleasures and the daintiest delight. Who has the sense, to belong and grow in her fittest portion.
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