I'm tempted to wallow in the misery that is mine on this day gone so not the way I'd planned. But I've trained my brain to find the joy, and it's a groovy habit to make. My son's body,mind and soul function at optimum levels most of the time. I don't have to worry about losing him, and I won't be cleaning his messes forever. Some parents aren't as lucky; I'm prompted to pray for them. They suffer as much if not more than their children. As he begs for food that I know I can't give him because I don't want to rock the gastrointestinal boat, I am at the same time sad that I have to deny him, but thankful that I have food available. Some parents watch their children die begging for food they cannot provide, and wrap their starving bodies in rags that they don't have the luxury of washing.
As my washing machine hums, my carpet cleaner rests, my mop airs itself outside and my son watches movies and snuggles on a clean couch in a warm, comfortable house, my joy explodes. In the midst of the nasty belly bug, I am more thankful than most other days.
Do you know how to find your joy? It's a choice. I suggest you choose it. Happiness can be fleeting, and dependent upon circumstance. Joy? it's always yours, always there. You just have to train yourself to find it. Think this post is a bit Pollyanna-ish? I encourage you to read through my other posts. You'll find that my life is far from perfect, and has survived and thrived through some pretty dark places.
Find your joy!!
