Grace doesn't try to please itself. Accepts being slighted, forgotten, disliked. Accepts insults and injuries.
Nature only wants to please itself. Get others to please it too. Likes to lord it over them. To have its own way. It finds reasons to be unhappy when all the world is shining around it. And love is smiling through all things.
No one who loves the way of grace ever comes to a bad end.
Say what you will, Anonymous, if it makes you feel good about yourself. Hateful, hateful.
Anyway, I've finally gotten into a creative writerly mood, so I can work on cranking out 30-40 pages for my master's thesis in the next month. Over the break, I expect to have at least a story and a half done before winter quarter starts up.