O NCE THERE WAS A POPULAR SONG called “ Little Things Mean a Lot,” and I know we have all heard, at one time or another, someone say, “ It’s the little things that really count.” Whether it’s something good, ( “ I love him, not so much for the big things he does . . . but for the little thoughtful things” ) or bad, ( “ It wasn’t the big issues but a whole pile of little things that broke our marriage” ). It would seem in most of our life it is “little things” that make or break us. I asked Dr. Sutherland, president of Biola College and editor of this publication, what it was about his wife that he loved the most. He an swered quickly, “ She knows when to be quiet!” He further explained that when he came home wanting to talk and discuss matters, she would talk. But if he came home tired and sim ply wanted to be left alone she would be quiet with him. (Wise woman!) Then I asked the same question of Ted McReynolds, young Campus Crusade director for Berkeley Uni versity, about his lovely wife Joanne. He answered with a- slight degree of awe in his tone and said, “You know, Joanne actually tries to be the perfect wife all the time.” He told me of several tiny acts of love that Joanne performed which, in his mind, really did make her the per fect wife. Then as I talked with my husband Dick I found he has a real thing about my walking out to the car with him each morning as he leaves for work. It’s so special to him that I risk being seen by the whole neigh borhood in my bathrobe just to wave and see him off. (Actually he’s very worth the little effort it takes.) Be sides that I think of all the lovely “big” things Dick has given me, not to forget our home, and paying taxes, etc., and I always remember the little “white bags.” Very often he’ll stop at See’s Candy Shops, dump out all the change in his pocket and say to the clerk, “Give me 320 (or 540) worth of chocolate covered almonds.” Then, after he comes home, he will mysteriously smuggle in the little bag of candy and some time later I’ll find it on my pillow or at my dinner place. Ah, the little things do count and oh, so much! In Irving Stone’s book Those Who Love, the story of President John Adams and his wife Abigail, John says to her, “ ‘I like your eyes best. I love everything I see reflected there. No meanness or guile comes through. They don’t make harsh judgments; they’re n ev e r veiled. They warm me; their brown good ness testifies that life is good, and
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and as a Christian young person raised by fine Christian parents. Since everyone, big and little, is interested in the girl in their mir ror, why not take a good look? Per haps it will put on just the glow you’ve been hoping for. * * * Glamour is an inside job. * * * Dear Ruth: Our house seems so small and plain in comparison with the beautiful homes of our friends. Frankly, how can I en tertain when I honestly feel embar rassed? Dear "Embarrassed” : The house in which you live is far less important than the "yo u " living in your house. I love the charming compliment of one woman to her Christian neighbor: "W hen I leave your house I don't think about your rooms and furniture — I think only of how happy I feel while I'm there!" When we permit Jesus Christ to permeate our lives with His power and contagious joy, the plainest room becomes a palace. Invite your friends to your home joyfully! Pray that your life may reflect the gentle ness, the beauty, the perfect poise of our lovely Lord. Radiate His love! You need never apologize for a home in which Jesus Christ delights to live.
whole and meaningful.’ “ There flooded over her a feeling of rejoicing. She thought, ‘I have found a friend.’ “ Their pleasure in each other’s company grew by the miracle of one human being revealing himself to another in full confidence.” Perhaps this June, as a June bride of some years ago, now on our anniversaries, I should think and act more on the little things . . . for they do count. GRADUATION GLOW I P YOU WANT TO PUT A REAL GLOW on your graduating gal,—here is a perfect gift—the book, THAT GIRL IN YOUR MIRROR. Published by Revell. Written by a beautiful girl, both inside and out, Vonda Kay Van Dyke. Miss America for 1965. You may remember her lovely answer, during the finals of the Miss Amer ica contest, to Bert Parks M.C. when he asked her about her “Good luck charm she brought from home” . . . meaning her Bible. With great grace and beauty she told him and a na tion-wide TV audience that her Bible was not a “ Good Luck Charm” and then quietly told of her faith in Christ. The book talks about popularity, poise, faith, dating, goals and indi viduality. Its done in good taste and I particularly enjoyed it as she writes it from the experiences she has had . . . both as Miss America
“So many things I asked for Months and years ago Seem so absurdly foolish I’m glad the Lord said ‘No.’ ”
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