In school a few weeks ago my instructor said "Each of us was created for joy."
Webster defines joy as "a feeling of happiness that comes from success, good fortune, or a sense of well-being... a source of happiness."
I'd always thought of joy as some manic happiness that never left. And that to be a joy-filleld person, I could never feel anything but pure elation!
But after much soul-searching, and God-searching, I define joy as an inner core knowledge of who I am, and where I fit into His plan.
Looking at it that way brings relief to my perfectionist heart. Knowing that if I have a bad day, I have not become someone who has "lost their joy."
How do you define it?
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
My Turn Now
He worked the night shift
I'd strain my ears for the sound of his car
A brief honk
I'd smile and roll over
His goodnight honk, my small body's permission to go to sleep
Now I am the driver in the dark, but mine is early morning
As I pass their house, I gently tap my horn
My way of repaying all those nightly messages
And I smile
I'd strain my ears for the sound of his car
A brief honk
I'd smile and roll over
His goodnight honk, my small body's permission to go to sleep
Now I am the driver in the dark, but mine is early morning
As I pass their house, I gently tap my horn
My way of repaying all those nightly messages
And I smile
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
Work Hazards
I spend a lot of time on the door signs for my classes that I teach at work.
People know this.
They also know I have a severe case of OCD when it comes to my door signs.
And some of my co-workers take no end of glee in marring my masterpieces with small dots of ink.
To prevent that, I just posted this note next to my newest sign.
People know this.
They also know I have a severe case of OCD when it comes to my door signs.
And some of my co-workers take no end of glee in marring my masterpieces with small dots of ink.
To prevent that, I just posted this note next to my newest sign.
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