Wednesday, April 6, 2016
I always used to keep a collection of little glass birds on my kitchen windowsill because they made me happy.
But when I moved into my late parents' house, I sold some of the little birds and then I stored the others away in a box and forgot about them. Although I'd prefer not to have to admit it, I have had a very hard time being happy here.
Every sadness has an end--there is never a winter that has no spring, and there is no night without a dawning. Sometimes we just need to be reminded of that.
A friend gave me a little glass bluebird last week. She wouldn't have suspected that I needed it but God knew.
It's a prayer of the heart to choose to be joyful. That's what I'm doing today.