I couldn't agree more that true "joy" is a choice. And ITA also, palil, that it's not bubbly and all-cheerful. I guess I prefer the word "contentment" or "accepting." Because there have been LOTS of times in my life that I have not been full of joy, but I was feeling what God wanted me to feel and I was accepting His help. That much I know. Was I joyful?
I don't know. I *was* still resting in God.
I remember a few days after our Elise was born (still), and we were still in the hospital. Grant and I were playing Rummy
at the table and chairs. I was up and dressed (in lounge clothes, but dressed), and we were talking normally. A nurse walked in and said, "Where's the patient? The mother?" I smiled and said, "I'm right here." Her jaw dropped to the ground. I don't know what she expected, but it wasn't what she saw. When she checked me out that day, she said, "I guess you've already been through all the stages of grief and are at 'acceptance.'" Uh. . . . No. I was just okay and not in the toilet at the time. Bodies can't handle all the sad at once. You've got to take it in stages. Right then, I was fine. But it would be months and months and months before the sad would be truly on the upswing, before I would really be "joyful." But I do believe I was "content" right then -- doing the best I could in God's arms.
I dunno. . . . Maybe I'm misunderstanding.
C