Rejoice: A Choice


I wake up most mornings with a song in my head. This morning it was this one. I struggle with starting out on the positive side of things. I have to intentionally make a choice.

As I turn to Philippians I find Paul makes a repetitive command throughout. As a matter of fact, Paul used "joy" or some form of it 16 times in this letter.

Choosing to rejoice is an act of the will. I can wallow in my circumstances, my shortcomings, the things I can't control right now . . . or I can choose to rejoice.

Today I rejoice in:
  • God's provision for me. I am not going hungry, and I have a roof over my head.
  • The vibrant, colorful creation all around me. He is the consummate artist, and His color palette astonishes and delights me every day. I paint, because He inspires it.
  • The assurance that He knows what's next for me.
  • The God winks in each day. He surprises me, and when I am attuned to what's going on around me I find I am always on His mind.
  • His Word. The truth I find each day is living and active, customized for my experience just as much as it is for any other who opens its pages.
Rejoice today, dear one. Jesus has not forgotten you. He loves you and has already gone before you into this day. Make a choice and see all around you the ways He's already given you to rejoice. He loves you oh so very much!

Leaving a trail of beauty~



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