I remember it as October days are always remembered, cloudless, maple-flavored, the air gold and so clean it quivers.

Pride is the rope God allows us all.

Where do you think you’re going?” Dr. Nokes demanded…. “What do you have for directions?” And Dad… said, “I have the substance of things hoped for. I have the anticipation of things unseen

What else exhausts like sustained deception?

I remember it as October days are always remembered, cloudless, maple-flavored, the air gold and so clean it quivers.

Fair is whatever God wants to do.

Once traveling, it's remarkable how quickly faith erodes. It starts to look like something else--ignorance, for example. Same thing happened to the Israelites. Sure it's weak, but sometimes you'd rather just have a map.