The trick, though, is learning to feel this same gladness when I wake up on a Monday morning to a rainstorm that will certainly lengthen my commute, or when I wake up to a gloomy day that promises only long hours of below-freezing temperatures. Harder still is waking up not fully rested, struggling with a cold or with lingering memories of disturbing dreams.
"This is the day which the Lord hath made." Still a true statement.
Will I make the choice to feel joy despite the circumstances?
