A woman with a singular vision is difficult to find. One who seeks with a whole heart to give her whole self to God, no matter the cost, no matter the pain, is a human anomaly. I’ve heard of such people, and those men and women have changed the world, not because of their great strength and abilities, but because of the relinquishing of their own desires.
When we speak about the essence of a woman—her beauty—we don’t mean “the perfect figure.” The beauty of a woman is first a soulish beauty
We will never truly understand women until we understand this. The scene begins in darkness, Darkness over the deep and God’s breath hovering over the waters. (Gen. 1: 2 Alter) The breathless moment in the dark before the first notes of a great symphony or concert, a play, or an epic film. All is formless, empty, dark. Then a voice speaks. Let there be light. (Gen. 1: 3 Alter) And suddenly, there is light, pure light, magnificent light. Its radiance will enable us to see now what is unfolding. Then greatest of all masterpieces is emerging.
There are only two things that pierce the human heart: One is beauty. The other is affliction.