And yet in the midst of this, I can choose how to approach my day.
Last month I was talking with a Czech friend and she commented that in some pictures I had posted I looked so happy. And then she added, "Because often you seem kind of sad." It was a bit surprising to hear. A bit humbling. I don't think I'm generally sad, but as I thought about it, she's probably right that my mood comes across that way. I have to focus intently on language. I become anxious about new situations. About finding someone to talk to. About what's being said and about how I should respond. About whether or not I'm engaging well or doing enough. I take myself too seriously. I forget to laugh. And I lose just being me. I lose the joy of being with people and the joy of relationship.
So using this friend, God gently asks, "Where is your joy? Where is your freedom to enjoy the days, your life, me, and release the anxieties of the moment?"
I can CHOOSE joy in the days and in the moments. I can be intentional to give thanks, to rejoice in God's love and acceptance, which surpasses any approval and love I look for from others.
Two verses struck me from a Bible study on prayer that I participated in recently:
Psalm 5:3
O Lord, in the morning you hear my voice; in the morning I lay my requests before you and wait in expectation.
and Psalm 63:5-6
My soul will be satisfied as with fat and rich food, and my mouth will praise you with joyful lips, when I remember you upon my bed and meditate on you in the watches of the night.
These are becoming bookends to my day.
Instead of waking with my to-do list in my head, dreading (maybe that's a bit strong... not looking forward to) that certain lesson, wondering what I'll eat for lunch (sometimes a real problem) or how I'll make it through listening to Czech I don't understand for 2 hours that night, create a new discipline. Acknowledge Him before I even get out of bed. That he is my strength, laying the day before him and expecting that he will be faithful throughout the day.
And as I lay down at night, instead of distracting my mind with "research" about medicinal mushrooms, how many people have liked my picture on Instagram, Solitaire, the weather and how cold it will be tomorrow, create another discipline. Reflect on the day, notice the spaces where he was faithful and give thanks. That conversation. Being able to enjoy the moments. The friendly postal worker. The amazingly beautiful frost.
I'm a work in progress. But I'm finding joy in this discipline: to celebrate His love in the morning and his faithfulness at night. (Psalm 92:1-2)





