Not everyday is joyful, but there is joy in everyday.I really believe that.
I remember the day my grandma died. The night before my whole family had stayed really late in the hospice waiting room, and when we finally all went home she let go. It had been just a few hours and I decided to go back up to the hospital because I couldn’t sleep. It was around 4 or 5 am and when I walked in the room my aunt told me she was gone. I felt weak to my knees and I didn’t even know I had any tears left but they began to stream down my face. I literally felt like my whole body was breaking. I was weak and I couldn’t stop staring at her. It just couldn’t be real I remember thinking. When they came to take her body away I remember hearing each foot step of mine through that long hall way. I remember looking back and having the desire to run back into her arms. I finally reached the doors to the parking garage and I just stopped. It was still dark out , the sun hadn’t even come up yet. I stared out over the parking garage and saw all the cars passing by, people coming and going and I remember thinking my whole world has stopped, but the rest of the world is still going on. About that same time I heard a noise and looked down and my then sleeping 5 month old baby girl was wiggling around in her carrier waking up because she wanted a bottle. I wiped my tears and smiled at her, and she smiled back. I will never forget that bit of joy I had in that very awful day.
There is joy in everyday all around us. I think sometimes we get so caught up in our lives that we don’t stop and take a look around as much as we should.
What joy did you find your life today?