There are moments for holding on and surviving, and then there are moments for sunlight shining through leaves, brownies and blueberry muffins, dusk on the patio, and chasing the cat. Beauty has an unlikely companion in hardship, but intermingled they must ever be. The pain makes the beauty more beautiful... sweeter. And the beauty... it's ever a reminder of what the pain can produce. This is the beauty of the days, the beauty of living and growing, of delighting and coping. Mustn't we first crumble to be rebuilt? Isn't this my story? And yours? Isn't this the gospel... and grace?