It's funny how being at sixty, the pretwilight period of my life, I feel my life has (finally) just begun. Oh, how I urge people to stay the course (and not make quick decisions) when times get hard and the ups and downs come during those middle years--their beginning of life might be missed.

God designs each happening for a specific maturing in the Lord. (Only God knows how many times I wanted to throw the towel in the first thirty-five years of our marriage telling God it isn't working.) God, in His faithfulness, kept me from giving in to my many "better ways."

What does it cost to live, to rest, to abide in God's peace? It's free.