I woke up this morning feeling a bit out of sorts. Nothing
specific had happened to make it a bad day, I just wasn’t feeling super happy.
So I cuddled close to Sam and whispered good morning. I got out of bed when I
wanted to instead of to an alarm, because it’s Saturday and Saturdays are our
rest days.
I had a breakfast of homemade granola and a banana. Spent
some time reading my bible, and finally got down on my knees to pray, still
trying to shake the blues.
As I sat there trying to focus my brain and talk to
the Lord, I grew increasingly more frustrated with myself. Why can’t I just be
joyful? “Maybe I’ll get up and make some hot tea, it would fit a rainy day like
today and it might make me feel better” I thought to myself. But as I began to
stand up, I remembered something I’d read the night before. It was a line from
Psalm 16…
“In Your presence is
fullness of joy”
Ps. 16:11
Here I was again. Looking for joy in all the wrong places. In
my husband’s arms. In a homemade breakfast. In a day off. In a hot drink with a
mug so perfect it deserves an Instagram post. And it wasn’t even intentional,
it was just my knee jerk reaction to “I feel blue”.
It’s so simple, so easy, so obvious…and yet I miss it every
time.
He whispers, “In my presence is fullness of joy”. Are we listening?
Where have you found yourself looking for joy lately? On a
cold, rainy day, is your instinct to look to Christ or somewhere else?
