Today I stumbled across a web site call Choose Joy. I was reminded once more that tragedy happens everywhere, everyday. What we do with that tragedy is what makes us who we are and touches the people around us and in a way makes them the people they are.
For years I have said that joy was a choice more than a feeling. It is something I must choose everyday, and some days, every minute of every day. Making this choice does not mean that I am not deeply sad at times, but that deep down I have joy, peace, contentment, and assurance that God is good, all the time.
These last few days have been incredibly hard. I have been trying to get the house decorated for Christmas, but the reality of Jason being gone washes over me with amazing force. I decorate for about 20 to 30 minutes and then have to stop for the day. Today I will finish, even if I don’t get as much done as I normally do. This will not be a normal Christmas, but it still a celebration of the love of a heavenly father that knows me and has only good in his plans for me.
So I will celebrate, I will choose joy.
Choose Joy this season.
God is good, all the time.