“Joy visits when we least expect it-we’re ten years old and drinking deep from heaven’s bottle, or life has bottomed out and Jesus drops in. Cat-feet quiet. It isn’t that God withholds it; joy is always looking to climb into our laps. It’s just that joy needs silence and thus seldom settles into the lap of a noisy person. It’s only when we stop talking long enough to whisper grace that joy has a way of rubbing against us, curling in our lap, making its presence known.” – Philip Gulley, from his book Hometown Tales