You know, it astounds me that I can write so optimistically about joy one day and then find it to be a complete bust the next. So, the previous blog was about how joy is not hard to find. The last few days I have not found it hard to find but I have found it hard to look for.
I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who has experienced unwillingness to budge from a grouchy, "poor me" position. It's just easier to soak in my selfishness. So, I'm sitting here tonight thinking about my rotten disposition and realizing that tomorrow is Thanksgiving. I know there will be joy hanging around somewhere tomorrow.
Will it be in the chocolate fountain?
Will it be in the turkey?
Will it be in the warm fire and glowing candles?
Will it be in our family games?
Will it be in our family prayer time?
I'm pretty sure joy will be there. It always seems to show up in time to slap me up side the head and put a smile on my face. I think I'll take a break and enjoy the joy. I can always go back to being grouchy later.