I came across this today:
What does it look like to lay down your life? To live out the gospel? I guess it looks different for each of us, but I think a common thread might be that it might look foolish. Even crazy. And it isn't likely to be easy or comfortable. But...oh, the joy. I only know this because the weak, faulty efforts I've made to live out the gospel are always hard and uncomfortable, and probably look crazy. But soaked with joy. Just dripping with it. Leaving me thirsty for more.