What makes us happy? Do you know the people I’m talking about? The ones whose joy is deep, unstoppable, contagious (and somewhat annoying when I’m blue).
The happy, happy, happy person has worse health than me, makes less money, had a traumatic childhood. The outside world has no influence on their sunny outlook.
Diabetes, no daycare, blood tests, lack of rain, high insurance, lack of income, shots, small town grocery store with limited fresh produce, ridiculous copay on meds, crappy country roads… my list of grievances goes on and on.
While searching for church times (grievance #11- day changes weekly), I came across this in the bulletin. At first, I thought it was stupid.
Rejoice in limitations.
I thought more. And then I found what happy people do. They rejoice- even when their health is doomed, their roads are bumpy, their pocketbook is slim.
Happy, happy, happy people may not embrace their limitations. But still they celebrate life.
Fresh air, “I like you Mum!”from a two year old sweetie, a job I’m good at, Torpedo greeting me at the mailbox, a good hubby.
With practice I hope to rejoice in limitations.
