I no longer believe love works like a fairytale but like farming. Most of it is just getting up early and tilling the soil and then praying for rain. But if we do the work, we just might wake up one day to find an endless field of crops rolling into the horizon. In my opinion, that’s even better than a miracle. I’d rather earn the money then win the lottery because there’s no joy in a reward unless it comes at the end of the story.

That in the end, my sin will never outweigh God’s love. That the prodigal can never outrun the Father. That I am not measured by the good I do but by the grace I accept. That being lost is a prerequisite to being found. That living a life of faith is not lived in the light, it is discovered in the dark. That not being a saint here on earth will not necessarily keep you from being in that number when the march begins.

Brennan Manning
All Is Grace (David C. Cook, 2011)