Joy does not simply happen to us. We have to choose joy and keep choosing it every day. — Henri Nouwen
I had a revelation while sitting in the Chick-fil-a drive thru today… the littlest things bring me the most joy.
Sitting on the floor amongst a pile of blocks with my boys.
Learning that my Chick-fil-a now offers Mom Valet.
Or simply a new hair cut.
As I emerge from this bout of prenatal depression I’ve been challenging myself to find joy in the little things. Finding joy in the everyday things that we take for granted.
On Friday our neighbors house caught fire and in an instant 5 people were left homeless.
As I stood in my driveway and watched the flames shoot up through their roof I thought about all of the things that “stressed me out” that day. I realized that my day full of temper tantrums, potty training accidents and short naps was really a blessing. A blessing because my family was a safe and we had a place to lay our heads.
Oh, I still get overly emotional at 5am when Noah won’t stop crying because he’s teething, but once the tears have stopped I remember to count it joy that this blessed babe longs for my affection when he is sad or hurt.
The more I examine my life, the more I’m finding joy.
Eating dinner together with my family.=
Saturday family errands
Trips to the library
… Joy, Joy, Joy.
Finding joy in the little things helps make the stressful things smaller.