Words I read on a weekly basis, and somehow forget and think "Oh yeah. This is it. Yes." every time: "We should strive for holiness, but holiness is a flood, not an absence. Are you the kind of parent who can create joys for your children that they never imagined wanting? Does your sun shine, warming the faces of others? Does your rain green the world around you? Do you end your days with anything resembling a sunset? Do you begin with a dawn? We say that we would like to be more like God. So be more thrilled with moonlight. And babies. And what makes them. And holding on to one lover until you've both been aged to wine, ready to pour. Holiness is nothing like a building code. Holiness is 80-year-old hands crafting an apple pie for others, again. It is aspen trees in a backlit breeze. It is fire on the mountain. Speak your joy. Mean it. Sing it. Do it. Push it down into your bones. Let it overflow your banks and flood the lives of others. At his right hand, there are pleasures forevermore. When we are truly like him, the same will be said of us." (ND Wilson) • "For the joy set before Him, He endured" Hebrews 12 says. In the sleepiness, energy, feelings of failure, victories, good minute, bad minute, good hour, bad hour, good day, bad day... there is work and rest, effort and ease, striving and being still. Like the gas pedal and the brake. Back and forth. Stopping and moving, coasting somewhere in-between both, slow down! Wup, picking up the pace. But the steering wheel is joy. We're going somewhere good. "Holiness is 80-year-old-hands crafting an apple pie for others, again."