If I started describing all the times I rushed off blindly with wrong motives it would fill a full-sized book. My problem? I’m guilty of selective obedience. Almost instinctively I know the correct course – but I always manage to come up with a short-cut. Now that a certain amount of wisdom is appearing in the far reaches of my mind I realize that I can always turn around and get headed in the right direction if I can identify the right motive. I have found that hope comes from unintended favor. All it takes is just one glimmer of a good thing – and I find new motivation and strength not to waver any longer on this new course. Happiness is based on circumstances – but joy comes from hope.