This life therefore is not righteousness, but growth in righteousness, not health, but healing, not being but becoming, not rest but exercise. I am not yet what I shall be, but I am growing toward it. I need more time, and more patience, because the process is not yet finished. So many moving parts, always in motion, being arranged and rearranged and built up and shot down, and repaired and destroyed again. It's going on, this is not the end, but it is the road. All does not yet gleam in glory, but all is being purified. Somethings is coming.