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Choose Joy.
I've always been told that my name suits me well. Joy does not equate happiness. Happiness waxes and wanes with circumstances but joy is a trait, a decision. It is my challenge to live up to this - to be a thermostat of contentment, not a thermometer of others' reactions.
I've lived at more addresses than I can count. In Minnesota. In Colorado. In England. In Virginia. In New Jersey. In Virginia again. An address doesn't make a home.
I've stepped into and out of many roles in my life. Daughter. Sister. Student. Friend. Student. Wife. Military Spouse. Student. Student. Researcher. Psychologist. Supervisor. A role doesn't define a person.
Our journey has been a winding road. One paved by uncertainty, sacrifice, pain, hope, disappointment, gratitude, goodbyes, tears, heartache, loss, faith, victory, and celebration. I am humbled beyond words to have walked this road alongside of the precious people who have become a part of our story. The people who have walked with us through choking difficulty and immense joy.
This story exists because of the Author and Perfecter of our faith. It is my humble prayer that the chronicle of our days speaks most loudly to the Reason we live and love the way that we do.
I've lived at more addresses than I can count. In Minnesota. In Colorado. In England. In Virginia. In New Jersey. In Virginia again. An address doesn't make a home.
I've stepped into and out of many roles in my life. Daughter. Sister. Student. Friend. Student. Wife. Military Spouse. Student. Student. Researcher. Psychologist. Supervisor. A role doesn't define a person.
Our journey has been a winding road. One paved by uncertainty, sacrifice, pain, hope, disappointment, gratitude, goodbyes, tears, heartache, loss, faith, victory, and celebration. I am humbled beyond words to have walked this road alongside of the precious people who have become a part of our story. The people who have walked with us through choking difficulty and immense joy.
This story exists because of the Author and Perfecter of our faith. It is my humble prayer that the chronicle of our days speaks most loudly to the Reason we live and love the way that we do.
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2 comments:
So glad you did, much love to you and many prayers as you care for the Bode girls
OH happy day!
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