Saturday, June 23rd, 1973

After reading Walter Trobisch’s I Loved a Girl, I happened to think, especially after the following:

“Must the one who believes flee from love? I know there are many Christians who withdraw themselves…from the opposite sex and think…that they are mature and especially redeemed Christians.

“They fool themselves. He who believes does not flee…(Christ) is the One who has overcome because He lived the life of a human being. To overcome means to be on the way to mastery. He will lead you to that goal, not to flight…

“If you believe in Him, then you can dare to be tender to each other. There are Christians who think that God is especially pleased with them if they deny themselves this. But that is nonsense. Only he who truly believes can also really love.

“How far do I dare to go? How far? As far as you can. Put your hand in the jaws of the tiger if you can. But don’t overestimate your strength, and don’t skip over any of the steps. You must learn to feel which caresses are right for the particular occasion.”

Well, I happened to think that’s why God gave me a close relationship with and love for Ronnie. I have fought and wrestled with the problem of sex throughout my Christian life and finally come to the conclusion that it was wrong for me to think of it at all. So God allowed me to be put almost in the jaws of the tiger so that I would have to face the problem of sexual temptation and master it, for Ronnie’s sake, as well as my own, because Ronnie doesn’t need that from me. He has much maturing and healing of spirit, mind, and emotion, other problems to cope with that he needs a wise, concerned adult on hand for. And God used the relationship to shake me loose of frigid ideas and to help me dare to be tender with people. I must confess I've fallen on my face a lot of times but I thank You, Lord, because I've learned to be more dependent on You.

God's ways are mysterious!

Michelene called today. Poor girl, she was in tears because her parents have committed her to a mental hospital. "It's not me that's sick," she kept saying.

Called Arlene. She's definitely going to Boston. She kept talking about her grandfather, who died six years ago. She misses him very much.

I can relate. My granddad was always there for me. Even when he wasn’t. He made me feel like I was the most important thing in his life.