Sometimes though difficult. To be consistently at peace with oneself we must try to see beyond our current situation or state of mind. Joy just like a small child sometimes runs up ahead of us.
Two Rivers It's said joy is like a river that runs just where it will. But sorrow is a river too and it runs deeper still. For times of joy are welcome and for them we give thanks. While sorrow cuts right to the soul and overflows its banks. Seeds of joy are raindrops that feed the river wide. While rivers fueled by sadness are fed by tears we cried. Still with each are memories and lessons that we learned. And bridges that have washed away and bridges that we burned. Still better are we for them all with joy and sadness we now know. Joy inspires dreams within and sorrow helps us grow. Like a tree out in the yard providing wood to keep us warm. Trees would one day cease to be lest they survive the storm. Or like the flower bent down low as it's beaten by the rain. Soon after it's much stronger for its temporary pain. Be strong and of good courage joy known is never lost. The river you now face your joy already crossed. Edwin C Hofert
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