I have had a problem lately.
I lost my joy.
It disappeared somewhere over the summer...amidst the move, the news about Michael's job, being homesick (and friendsick), the fall from the ladder and some lasting effects from it, selling the house, school starting, etc.
I was talking to my husband last week and realized there was no joy in my day. No joy in my talking to him. Just complaints. And tiredness. Pain. Weariness.
So, with that, I went searching for it:
I decided not to complain anymore.
I chose to talk about my blessings and triumphs.
I chose to stop feeling sorry for myself for not getting any sleep and just get over it.
I chose to stop thinking I can't handle everything.
I chose to give every little thing to God, repeatedly, and praise Him over and over.
And it worked.
I found Joy.
It really wasn't gone, I just forgot where to look.....