God takes full responsibility for the life wholly yielded to him.
Charles Stanley, https://www.bible.com/events/48737902
You know that place between sleep and awake, that place where you still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you. That’s where I’ll be waiting.
James V. Hart, Hook
You don’t look happy or excited about the prospect of our marriage. You’re asking me to give up my freedom, my joie de vivre for an institution that fails as often as it succeeds and why should I marry you anyway?
Isla Fisher as April – Definitely, Maybe (2008)
I mean, why do you want to marry me? Besides some bourgeois desire to fulfill an ideal that society imbeds in us from an early age to promote a consumer capitalist agenda
Mutuality of submission and servanthood do not cancel out the reality of leadership and headship. Servanthood does not nullify leadership; it defines it. Jesus does not cease to be the Lion of Judah when he becomes the lamblike servant of the church.
Desiring God, https://www.desiringgod.org/messages/lionhearted-and-lamblike-the-christian-husband-as-head-part-1
Wives, let your fallen submission be redeemed by modeling it after God’s intention for the church!
Husbands, let your fallen headship be redeemed by modeling it after God’s intention for Christ!
It is in these very situations which are so painful—having what you don’t want, wanting with all your heart something that you don’t have—that thanksgiving can prepare the way for God to show us His Salvation.
Excerpt From: Elliot, Elisabeth. “Suffering Is Never for Nothing.”
I Flat-Out Refuse To Marry Anyone Unless These Are Our Vows
Excerpt From: Priebe, Heidi. “This Is Me Letting You Go.”
Marrying you is not the end of my liberty; it’s the beginning of it. You’re the person I want to dive headfirst into life with. When I go out on the weekends, it is you I want shutting down the club with me. When I plan an adventure it is you I want holding the map. When I speculate about the future, I want to see you in every outlandish fantasy I plan for myself. You’re the person I want to rant excitedly to over happy hour drinks. You’re the person I want to dance around the house with in my underwear with. You’re the person who makes the whole world feel wide-open to me and I want to take advantage of that. I want to plunge into the future with you – because it looks bigger and brighter by your side than I ever could have imagined.
I don’t want to settle down with you. I want to take off with you – to far-away countries, foreign landscapes, gems and corners of the world that would only have looked half as amazing without you by my side. When I strap on a backpack and head to the airport, I want you to be boarding that plane with me. You’re the person I want to get lost with, set up camp with, stumble through dark streets with at 5a.m. with after a long, rambunctious night in a city that we can’t pronounce the name of. When I get home and have tale after ridiculous tale to recite to my friends, you’re the one I want there to back up my claims. You’re the person I want to come home to and the person I want to escape with. I want you on every adventure I take for the rest of my life. I want to do everything on earth with you.
I don’t want to be the person you always agree with. I want to be the person you challenge – to change, to grow, to expand in ways that wouldn’t have ever occurred to me before I met you. I want heated debates at 3am. I want stark disagreements when I’m acting out of line. I want passionate arguments about the way we’re living because your fire fuels mine and I never want that spark to die out. I want to be someone you aren’t afraid to challenge because sometimes I need that extra push. And you can bet your ass that I’ll push you right back.
I don’t want to let myself go now that I have you – I want to build myself up alongside you. Something about you inspires me to be bigger, brighter, bolder than I ever knew that I could become. And I hope that I inspire you, too. That together we can encourage one another to grow into the fullest, strongest, fiercest versions of each other. That ten years from now we will be prouder than ever to be standing beside one another and that twenty years later we’ll be
Sometimes it is the people who no one imagines anything of, who do the things that no one can imagine.
Alan Turing, The Imitation Game
“Our personal crucibles of experience can often become a tutor along our life’s journey” and “each life experience can become a life lesson that becomes a part of our life message.”
https://www.bible.com/es/reading-plans/19714-god-did-not-do-this-to-me-faith-heals/day/4
I was born to a dark path. It’s the only path I know. I’ve learned how to recognize light when I see it.
Raymond Reddington, The Blacklist
To stop and stare. I reach for it. In the hope that it will…shed its light on me.
And every once in a while, I’m able to bask in its warmth for a moment,
before…moving on in the dark. That’s my life.
Your mind is an infinite library that I would like to peruse for a while.
Excerpt From: Priebe, Heidi. “This Is Me Letting You Go.”
A wedding is an earthly ceremony of a spiritual covenant between a man and a woman before God. Our culture has made a wedding into one big party, more of an event than an everlasting covenant. And while it is a time for celebration, if we miss the spiritual significance, then we’ve missed the true meaning. If we miss the true meaning, then we forfeit the underlying foundation for lifelong intimacy.
https://www.bible.com/es/reading-plans/16001-lovestruck-a-5-day-devotional/day/3
While dramatic statements are effective attention grabbers, overstatement merely serves to try your listener’s patience.
Raymond Reddington, The Blacklist
I am a sin eater
Raymond Reddington, The Blacklist
I absorbed the misdeeds of others darkening my soul to keep their pure
That’s what I am capable of
This Is Me Letting You Go
Excerpt From: Priebe, Heidi. “This Is Me Letting You Go.”
This is me accepting that you’re leaving. It’s my acknowledgment that there’s no further argument to make, no angle left to take, no plea or bargain I could wager that could get you to change your mind and stay. This is my subtle resignation to our downfall. This is the crack running between our two hearts that turned into a valley and engulfed us. It’s my acceptance of all I couldn’t bridge. This is me knowing that we don’t get a do-over – not on the last night I spent asleep beside you or the last time I told you I loved you or the first moment I felt us start to drift apart. I know we don’t always get second chances. I know I do not get to go back in time and kiss you slower, love you stronger, linger five extra minutes in bed every morning that I woke up beside you. This is me knowing that I can’t rewind history and ask you what was wrong each evening that you came home with a puzzle in your eyes but no answer on your lips. This is me knowing we don’t get to go back.
This is my acceptance that I’m going to miss you. That there are going to be nights where I curl up in bed with a novel and a warm mug of tea and your absence on the left side of the bed is a chasm that swells and envelopes me. That for a long time I am going to see you everywhere – in second floor windows, in the faces of strangers, in the photos and memories that tear on my heartstrings for months after you’re gone. This is the realization that missing you is going to become a second heartbeat in my body, strong and thrumming inside of every place where you lingered and then left. These are my weakened vital signs, beating out of sync with yours for a while.”
“This is my knowing life goes on. Knowing that someday I will not think of love as a feeling that’s exclusive to you and I, as crazy as that seems to me right now. That eventually I’ll meet someone new – someone who loves the foods you hate and laughs at things you don’t find funny and appreciates the parts of me that you once left undiscovered. That some days, in the early morning hours, I’m going to wake up beside them and forget – just for an instant – that it is not your body tangled in mine. This is me knowing that those moments will defeat me – that I’m going to need to practice standing at the edge of your abyss without falling in completely. This is my hoping the discrepancy shrivels with time.”
“This is my conceptualization: That someday I’m going to have a wedding and that you will not be there. That the ring that gets slipped on my finger will be picked out by somebody else and that the people sitting in the front row with eyes brimming and hearts bursting will not be your family members. This is my acceptance of the finite absurdity of knowing that I’m someday going to promise my life to someone who is not you and that I may even be happy to do so. That one day I’ll see changes and beginnings in a way I never saw them with you.
This is me knowing that we’re going to grow old. That your life is going to be huge and important and chockfull of love but that it’s all going to transpire without me. That I am not going to be there to toast to your 50th birthday or cheers to your timely promotion or crawl in beside you on the nights when the world’s weight is too heavy to bear. That your losses and gains will not be lined up with mine. That someday when you hold your first-born child in your arms, it’s not going to be me who placed her there.”
“This is me knowing that I have to let you go. That no matter how much I love you or how hard we work at this or how badly we both want each other to be happy, we are never going to be the right partners for each other. This is my acceptance that the best things are never straightforward and that I want you to take whatever crooked, twisted path you need to take if it will lead you towards your dreams. This is me knowing that I have to do what’s right. That sometimes the best thing you can do for someone you love is to let them go – to do more, feel more, be more than the person they ever could ever have become by your side.
So this is me unclasping my fingers. This is my parting, my reluctance, my heartache and my final gift to you.
This is me letting you go.
In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act
Orwell
And my past would fight with me hoping I would find truth
Hotel Books
But it’s never a good idea to start a fight with a man who has nothing to lose
What the hell? Give me your head. I know, it’s the first time you heard that sentence with a possessive pronoun.
House M.D.
I’ve always believed in numbers; and the equations and logics that lead to reason.
Nash in “A Beautiful Mind”
But after a lifetime of such pursuits, I ask,
“What truly is logic?”
“Who decides reason?”
My quest has taken me through the physical, the metaphysical, the delusional — and back.
And I have made the most important discovery of my career, the most important discovery of my life: It is only in the mysterious equations of love that any logic or reasons can be found. I’m only here tonight because of you [his wife].
You are the reason I am.
You are all my reasons.
Thank you.
