let me be aware of the treasure you are.… Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow.
One day I shall dig my nails in the earth, or bury my face in my pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return.
Mary Jane Irion
Tada, Joni Eareckson (2010-09-01). A Place of Healing: Wrestling with the Mysteries of Suffering, Pain, and God’s Sovereignty (p. 38). David C Cook. Kindle Edition.