I have a confession. Joy doesn’t come naturally to me. Empathy, yes. Guilt, yes. But joy, not so much. I’m not sure why this is exactly. Biology, theology, who knows.
I like to explain my tendency toward the melancholy a bit like this: When you let go of the steering wheel in your car it naturally drifts one way or the other. It’s the same with my emotions. So it’s up to me to intentionally grab the wheel and pull it back to center (with God’s help, of course).
So I’m throwing down the gauntlet for myself. Over the next forty days I’m going to intentionally look for more of what brings me joy and tell you about it.
This is day one.
And today sitting on my back porch by our firepit with my husband brought me joy. In a little over week we’ll celebrate nine years of marriage. Not perfect, of course, but good.
On that same back porch, these flowers grow. Their existence is remarkable because I’m not good at maintaining much. But they, like us, are somehow thriving despite ideal conditions!
I once thought of joy as an emotion…now I see it as a choice.
And I’m choosing it, right here, right now.
“I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances.” Philippians 4:11
Would you like to join me in the Joy challenge? Just share one thing that brings you joy. I’ll have random giveaways for people who comment or subscribe during the next forty days. And you never know when it could be you…
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Cheering you on,