What I do I do for love. There has never been enough money. Often no money. Often there is risk. Often the perceived goal is so elusive, so at odds with the norm. I have no supervisor of my way but God who bids me on. I follow Him. He is invisible, but footsteps in the sand are His. The mawkish tale of being carried by Him is for those too weak to follow, leading Goodness and Mercy by the hand. What I do I do for love. I am glad of it. My motives never change. The only change is circumstance and those I despise as comic or unworthy of my tears, if only I believe, if only I remember what I do I do for love and do it. ♥

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