Truthfully, I feel like I'm a fairly happy girl. I believe finding joy is something I have to purpose to do, it's a choice. Now, don't get me wrong– I have my moments. You know, the occaisional pity party, why me's– I try very hard to stay positive. I'm a regular mama. I'm busy. My kids are busy- and frankly, there are lots of things that just don't get done or get put on the backburner. Life isn't perfect, but I'm really trying to do better, be better and be happy in spite of the chaos.
I realized something this morning…my joy, whay I "enjoy" — and where joy is most fully uncovered…is in the most obvious places. If I were a robber and joy were the most valuable thing I came to steal…where would I look for it? In the jewelery box, the safe, in the computer hard drives– in the garage?
This morning let me tell you where I found joy.
I found joy in an old cast iron skillet flipping pancakes for my kids' breakfast (yes, we're usually eating on the run).
I even felt a little joy when I ironed Cash's little flannel shirt- little clothes are so much more fun to iron and I'm so happy it's finally fall!
I'm about to go en"joy" God's creation during my 2 mile jog/walk this morning. And I feel blessed and grateful to be able to do that.
Joy isn't in my bank account, though I felt so rich because my kiddos appreciated me making a hot breakfast today. Joy isn't in 30 minutes more sleep. Joy is in doing, giving and going the extra mile — for me anyway. And guess what, it's a bit more effort, just like everything that is worthwhile, to look for my joy. It's not even big things, it's the little things, sometimes things we think are stumbling blocks (cooking and ironing) are actually little bits of joy to be uncovered.
Isn't joy a precious thing?
Now the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that ye may abound in hope, through the power of the Holy Ghost. Romans 15:13