Joy

I've been thinking about this a lot lately too. Where does my joy come from and more importantly why and what do I allow to steal my joy? I think I steal my own joy most of the time. I let details and comparisons get the best of me. Actually, I let that little tiny whisper in the back of my head become my focus rather than stepping back and looking around.

My joy most certainly comes from my faith, but most days no one would know it. I look frowny and grumpy. So I have decided to think about the belly laughs of my girls and the feel of a hand in mine when I start down my road of uncertainty. I am going to think about afternoon dates with my best friend and shared bowls of ice cream with the person who knows me best. I going to think about the sound of childish conversations lamenting over who is going to be the mommy this time. And I will cherish the tenderness in which my girls "mother' each other.

I have so much to be joyful about and I am done with giving it away to a silly impostor. My girls don't see me the way I see myself. My husband doesn't see me the way I see myself. So it is time to start seeing myself the way they see me and reflecting the joy that I have in being. Not "just" a mom or a wife, but in being and being joyful for every moment.