Sounds impossible, right? Finding joy no matter where you are, what circumstances life throws at you, or how things appear.
I’ve been thinking about this a lot, and since I tend to think out loud or in paper, I find myself writing about it too. I want to be so joyful if you were to wring me out there would just be puddles of excess joy drenching everyone around me.
So far, today has been an epic fail.
But despite how things look, how My emotions are tangled, what my morning looked like, I am going to continue to work towards choosing joy.
It’s only 8:29 as I’m typing this and already the chaos has threatened to engulf me. Nothing major, just lots of the same old.
I’m so tired of the same old!
We had some very important papers that we finally had signed, copied, filled out and had prepared to mail. What did I find torn all to bits this morning? The envelope they were sealed up in.
Basically the baby ate our homework.
The eight year old started out rough and Little Sister had a couple of meltdowns over socks and underwear (Really? Socks and underwear?! Whyyyyyyyyyyyy??). Big Brother was his usual steady self, thank goodness. And of course since Wednesday’s are the day the eight year old and I leave the house before the butt crack of dawn for occupational therapy, Mr. Wonderful was having a tough go of it. Which is hard on everyone–I just want to stay home and make sure he starts heading in the right direction but I can’t.
So I’m giving myself a break, because all I can do is all I can do. I’ve already given rest to God and he’s just going to have to deal with the crazy. And in going to count it all as joy.
Because I am deeply loved.
I have healthy kids.
I got a quick walk by myself in the freezing cold that shocked my senses and made me appreciate warm blankets and heaters.
I’m drinking Panera hazelnut coffee now to warm me up while the eight year old is in OT.