But with frustrations comes a grand choice: to be joyful or to wallow in my troubles. Sadly, I've been choosing the latter, and I've been suffering from my self inflicted grumbles. I have chosen not to be joyful, and guess what? I'm not joyful...and it stinks, to be quite frank. I've been tired, irritable and lazy. Yes, I'm currently not feeling well at all, but that doesn't necessitate laziness. I have plenty of work that can all be done on my computer but instead I have been sitting doing nothing, mourning my hair and grumbling about my stomach.
Joy, like love, is a choice. Happiness is being in lovely circumstances and being content with that and being, well, happy. Joy is being content and happy in the good times and bad. Joy is understanding that God has a reason for putting you through whatever you are going through. Joy is seeing past the here and the now and looking to the eternal benefits of whatever is happening, even if we can't see those benefits right now.
I've been failing at being a joyful person.
But, since joy is a choice, I'm choosing, right now, to be joyful. I don't care that I've been failing, I'm not going to keep on failing. I am going to be content and happy. I am going to understand that God has some reason for the annoying, painful things that I'm going through. I am going to look past right now and understand that there are eternal benefits attached to these short term annoyances.
"A joyful heart is good medicine,
but a crushed spirit dries up the bones."
Over and out,