As another new year rolls in the old dissipates into memories: maybe some good, maybe some bad, but memories just the same.
I don’t know ’bout you, but i hope some 2013 memories fade FAST. The usual gig here helping the Savvy Saints (my parents) is plenty hard ( i do thank God regularly for the opportunity to Be Here Helping, but that doesn’t mean it’s not challenging!) but adding injuries to the mix has made it even HARDER.
Hobbling to the grocery, shuffling through the house, ‘icing’ various body parts (like there’s time for this??) …& the pain drones on.
Papa challenged us with something that stuck with me through Advent: i can’t choose to be strong, but i can choose joy. He intimately knows what it means to be weak, physically weak as a bedfast quadriplegic wracked with pain 24/7.
For some of us, physical strength is not an option.
But… joy is.
Not some bubblehead happiness (contingent upon what happens) but JOY that springs from an inner well of hope that doesn’t run dry ’cause it’s connected to the Sea of God’s Grace & Love & Peace & Mercy.
Maybe it’s not physical pain that zapped your strength in 2013, perhaps your heart has been battered by hurricanes of loves lost or lost loved ones. And, it’s hard.
Life is hard.
And…joy is STILL an option.
Check out a sunrise – glorious golds, pinks … check out a sunset – glorious reds, purples.
Joy comes… if we open our hearts.
JOY is an option. Choose it.
Wishing you lots of JOY in the New Year (& blessings, too!~!)
grace, peace & JOY groupies
Virginia : )