I am relearning how to be happy.
Isn't that sad?
I've spent so long looking at my glass as half empty which is really not me at all...I've always been a glass half full kind of girl. So, I'm relearning how to be happy. How to look at that sippy cup of spoiled milk (yep it really happens around here) and see the blessings in it instead of the frustrations.
I'm cutting off those sighs that have made up my days. I'm laughing more.
Turning that frown upside down. I'm praying for gentleness in my voice.
I'm forgetting about the mess. I'm getting on the floor and playing.
And I'm finding joy again.
Because you know what? It's always been there. It's always been here. In this home, in my children, my husband, in this journey God has called me on.
It's a choice for me. "It's a focus on giving not receiving. Focus on healing rather than hurting. Focus on God's power rather than my problems." (Thank you to my awesome pastor for these timely words just a few weeks ago that have been resonating and taking root in my heart!!!)
Joy comes when I have the right perspective. Joy is right here. Joy is not unattainable. Joy is a choice.