September 1, 2023
Rediscovering A Merry Heart
I am beginning to find humor in things and laugh again. Spontaneous laughter. Around people and when I’m alone. It feels really good! I feel my “happy face” coming back. It’s been a long season since the walk through that dark valley started. For two decades I had someone beside me to laugh with. Shirli and I laughed together a lot. And a lot about some of the silliest of our antics.
At this stage in this transition, I am rediscovering what I refer to as “soul happiness.”
Sure. There is a hole in my heart. How can there not be? It will always be there. But that hole can keep me from moving forward into a better place or serve as a source of motivation to keep walking the walk toward where life is a happy place rather than a place full of despair. I cannot remain in the mire wallowing around in a pity-party for one.
No. That’s not what Shirli wants for me to do. She made that very plain to me before she died. That’s not what I want for me to do. I will not consign myself to a life sentence of misery. Even now that I’m pushing seventy, I’m still TOO YOUNG to throw in the towel and give up on living life.
“A cheerful [merry] heart is a good medicine, but a downcast spirit dries up the bones.” Says Proverbs 17:22.
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