When I'm tempted to do something that feels like giving up, I won't ... because love doesn't give up (I Corinthians, 13). But, lest I push love aside, I will make sure that what I'm holding on to can coexist with love.

Today, I will know the unadulterated joy of giving with no strings. I acknowledge that sometimes I hope for praise or reciprocation when I give ... and that that detracts from the joy of giving. Today, the giving will be my joy. I know that I will sow what I reap, but I will not sow for the purpose of reaping. I will sow for the joy of sowing.

I kind of feel like I'm giving back to the sport I love so much.

I want to come from love. And I want to do it all the time. I can't expect it to always look the same, though. I remember a friend saying that God loved his daughter enough to say no — something he had a hard time with. Sometimes love says, “No, this doesn't work for me.” Sometimes love walks away ... because staying would conflict with loving and being true to who we are. And, staying would make it very difficult to come from love.

I love words ... so I can be a sucker for eloquence. Sometimes I assume that there is substance behind the words. Sometimes I am right. And, sometimes I am wrong.

I am sometimes disappointed, but I love my life ... and I must believe that the disappointments contribute something to what I love.