A student paper says, “At the age of 18 William married Anne Hathaway a 26-year-old elderly woman.”
I feel ancient.
A little later, the same paper reads, “Their youngest daughter is Judith who grew to marry a tavern owner named John Quincy who was 4 years younger than her at the time.”
I guess maybe he caught up to her later on.
And, believe it or not, this follows in the same paper: “In Shakespeare’s life he wrote at least 37 plays, some we don’t know about.”
The curiosity is killing me.
Her daddy gave a name to her when he
Had learned a little bit of Greek to share.
The word “Sophia” fit her to a tee,
Yet many others would be just as fair
To give to her and rightly see her wear—
Such fitting names as Phila, Chrēstē, or
Perhaps Pistikē might have fit her more.
Her friends have found no truer friend than she,
Nor anyone whose kindness or whose care
Or faithful presence keeping company
Could comfort them and burdens help them bear.
They know that she would join them anywhere;
In times of joy and those of grief so sore,
Her heart for them has but an open door.
And with her fam’ly she is just as free
In loving us and living with the flare
Designed and put into her heart by He,
Who gave us this amazing Ammie-Bear,
The One who lives through her His love to share.
His death and life the power at her core,
This girl’s a light the world cannot ignore. (Matthew 5:14)
I say of the one who gave birth to my kids
That she is a mother to me,
And daughter and sister and lover and friend
Who gives of herself constantly.
Already a grown-up when but a small child,
With wisdom and grace beyond years;
And yet in the woman, a cute little girl
Still shows in her laughter and tears.
In serious playfulness, making days fun,
So each of us feels so adored,
She cares with the care of a mother so well
And loves with the love of the Lord.
Most people believe the things they believe because they believe most people believe them.
Well, I took out the garbage today
And expected a “Hip-hip, hooray!”
So it did get my goat
When my wife took no note
Let alone had a thank-you to say
So I pointed out what I had done
She just glanced and said, “Oh, thank you, Hon”
Then went on scrubbing floors
And with other such chores
On her list of a hundred and one.
God’s Love flows most freely from a broken heart.
That must be why He breaks so many.