I tend to be a smiler by nature. Actually probably more by the example of my mother Anne or her mother Ruth. The women in my family fervently believed that happiness is a choice, and the correct one to be made. As I spent the holiday in Alabama I noticed over and over again how many people were not smiling. My pollyanna side isn’t so silly to not know that times are hard right now, but I believe personally when we lose our joy, its a much bigger tragedy than any other one we face.
This morning I am smiling as I look outside the deck and watch the silly labs playing in the ice. They spend all their early morning time fussing over the food bowls. Mind you each of the three bowls is exactly the same with the same food in it, but in their perspective, each of the other two seem better than the one they have.
Aren’t we that way? Instead of enjoying what God has put before us, regardless, we too often spend time wishing for someone else’s whatever it is. Today I am home alone, a quiet morning while the children are still away. It would be easy to spend my time wishing for something else, but instead I believe I will enjoy focusing on what is before me…a warm home, dogs playing in the yard, food in the fridge, a chance to enjoy my favorite fella on Skype without interruption.
…alot to smile about.
