Seems a lot of people live their lives in pursuit of ” happiness ” and compromise anything and everything to attain it. …
I’d argue that happiness is a strange goal to have..that Joy is the prize I crave. Happiness by definition is dependent on situations. While Joy is Joyful despite the storms.
I’ve learned possessing joy is less about your circumstance and more about recognising the value of what you already have.
It’s hard to truly see the worth possessed if you fail to really look.
Seeing and looking are different beasts..its possible to live life alongside treasures untold and never realise what lay in your hands. To busy with distractions both external and within…
A wise man told me just the other day that the opposite of love is not hate as it would seem but selfishness… Seems selfishness is poison to all good things.I wonder how then can one know joy without knowing love?
Like a thief, selfishness strips light from the world around and narrows the beam so small that only self is seen…. Making it impossible to behold beauty further out from one’s own shadow.
Its thieving ways rob life and future.. Break trust and trample promise.
The trick I’ve found is in intentional observation.. To take the time and feel the full measure of the gifts we hold.. Seeing the weight as blessing not burden seals the heart to outward focus..weaving us together with golden threads.
To be truly seen and valued is heaven-sent. A treasure in itself. But the gift of beholding is an unexpected reward …
Joy is not found at the end of a bucket list, or within a sweeping bank account. It’s not in globe-trotting or the newest shiny things. Not even in perfect health or multitudes of friends. Perfection can’t deliver it..neither can success…
I have found Joy in sticky fingers and bedtime stories…
Standing beside broken-down cars and on the lounge in front of late-night movies just the same.
I’ve held joys hand in teaching kids their letters through daytime hours and also in walking hospital wards on endless nights.
Joy is present in stretching a budget just enough to make ends meet as it is present the same when finding a missing $20 in your favourite jeans.
Joy exists equally in cuppas with a friend whos hurting or a quiet evening writing.
It’s found in the golden together that we are blessed to walk..side by side. The gift of watching them grow and the realisation of what honour it is to see it.
Joy will never be defined by circumstance or standing..but by what we choose to see.
See this upside-down life as blessing in all perfectly imperfect mess . .the trials as a gift to expand and grow… even in the pain there’s is worth and it’s all covered by grace.
When I count it all blessings, joy lives here.
Seems a lot of people live their lives in pursuit of ” happiness ” and compromise anything and everything to attain it. …
I’d argue that happiness is a strange goal to have..that Joy is the prize I crave.
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