I&#39;d love to have kids, but not at the moment.

When I listen to the conversation of my bed and pillow.

 I feel bad hearing them complain about my constant crying and venting out my frustrations on them.

The fun and fame do not last, while the memory of a real helper is kept green long after poetry is forgotten and music silent.

My longings, my hopes, my dreams, and my every effort has been to live for Him who rescued me, to study for Him who gave me this mind, to serve Him who fashioned my will, and to speak for Him who gave me a voice.

Written By Ravi Zacharias

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