This house is deteriorating. My body is dying. We are subject to the same terrible decay. But worth is not measured in such terms. Once upon a time, God called His creation good. And no curse of sin unwound these words. Gnarled maple trees. Plaster walls. An ordinary woman's ordinary body. All good. To care for these is to say to death, "You are not the end."
(~Christie Purifoy, Roots & Sky)