Some days are hard. Yesterday, I missed the feel of Keith’s arms around me. Maybe it was because I have had a lingering cold that has sapped some of my energy and some of my emotional buoyancy. Maybe it was because his name came up several times in conversation this week as I shared part of our story with new friends. Maybe it was because it was another Friday night–alone.
I went to bed early, choosing my mini pity-party over anything productive.
I awoke this morning feeling a bit better after a longer night’s sleep, but not back to normal.
Time for a joy hunt!
A devotion I am doing (www.walkingwithgod.com) has me writing down scripture and analyzing it–and asks me to name a blessing from the day before. No room for requests; just a blessing.
Expanding this concept, I decided to go on a joy hunt. In less than a minute, here are the things I found to be joyful about: my kids; my warm, comfortable home; my bank account having a positive balance; my boatload of friends all over the country; my loving family; my country; my church; my dogs; my health. (free association here, not listed in order of importance)
When I was in college, we had a prayer circle going, thanking God for things in our lives. A young man I did not know well stated each time he spoke the same words: “thank God for milk.” Now, I don’t know if he was a huge milk fan or if there was some deeper significance behind his praise of milk, but it made an impact on me. Though this happened 20 years ago, I still remember it. Seemingly simple things, but worthy of thanks to Him who created them. The essence of a child-like faith expressed!
I could continue my joy hunt to that level of detail and probably fill pages and pages in my journal, but I think I will stop here. I am feeling better–realizing I am blessed beyond measure. Pity party over.
Feeling low? Go on your own joy hunt!