Perhaps it is the sky this morning. I look up from my weighty world to heaven and see through tired eyes the bright rose, blue and cloudy white sky and am moved to sighs of ease and appreciation. Moments like these, these pauses of joy and delight in my creation, are ones of choice--first, to look up and, then, to see God in glory. Happiness is choice. It cannot wait on the future, when weights lift, by my hand or by God's. No! I shall be happy now, regardless. This realization is God at work after all, in grace. Always now, not tomorrow.
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