Joy
Rejoicing comes in the morning... Psalm 30:5 The sun shines bright this morning. It filters through the two dozen trees in my back yard. It gives the little piles of fallen leaves a sparkle. Every morning has its own unique beauty. I am well housed, well fed, well loved in a home my grandson moves comfortably in and out from his own home down the street. Life is good. I should be bursting with joy -- and giving thanks. And in some ways I am--really. Thanks and praise come readily to my mouth. Joy has always been a struggle, though. Contentment is tough. I don't know why, but in my life (and in my writing) I seem to be more comfortable with angst and struggle than peace and joy. When things are this good a wee small voice deep inside is saying, "Are you sure? Better look more closely." Gloomy, grey mornings come and I think, "Ha! I knew it." Given a fabulous day with one bad moment I have to force myself not to focus on and pick over the