My eldest daughter has just finished her last set of examinations for the school year. It was a particularly challenging period for her, as she would often complain about her tired and calloused hands. Her lola (grandmother) astutely pointed out to me that her apo (grandchild) did not seem to be happy studying—a comment to which I was not able to give an adequate response at that moment. After much pondering, I realized that nobody is always happy with whatever he is doing, even for the things that he is supposed to do. I, for one, am not always happy at work. I, too, have my moments of utter drudgery in the office. The same is true with my commitment to read the Bible everyday. I am only on my 71st day, but there are days I find it difficult to start.