Discouragement is a dirty word. It tries hanging around me sometimes, like some stinky sock that got left in some obscure place in the room (remember, I have boys). You can smell it but can’t quite put your finger on where it’s coming from. Sure you can think back to a moment or event that may have brought it on, sometimes though, you can't – you just know Eeyore came in and took a seat in your kitchen. Just sitting there…clouding up perspective and dimming your thoughts...
Yesterday was a bit of a downer, I’ll admit. No need for info here or personal reminders to myself by writing out the details. Suffice to say I was glad to lay my head down and call it a day early. Some days are like that. But each day is a new choice.
To smile. To laugh. To reach out and embrace good things around me. To let hope in.
Hope. Something promised to us that will always remain. Even in heaven it will remain. Hope means there's still something yet to look forward to. Something great up ahead to anticipate. Always.
Hope comes in unexpected packages. An unplanned meet up with a friend. Little arms wrapping around you in a heartfelt hug. A song on the radio that somehow brightens you up inside and reminds you, hey, things are still pretty alright around here. Perfect? No. But pretty alright. I'll even dare to say even alright enough to warrant a mini-celebration!
This is your LIFE. Never waste more than a day, better yet an hour on discouragement.