There are some days when I wake up tired. Tired of the daily grind, of going to jobs that drain us, of being poked and prodded in all directions, of being asked if we would mind doing just one.more.thing. I get overwhelmed by the grumpiness and discouraged by failing to see an end in sight. When will we get to do what we enjoy? When will we not be tied down to jobs that pay the bills but give no encouragement to the soul? When will we finally regain the discipline we keep losing?
And then I remember:
This is the day that the LORD has made...
...and I will choose to rejoice and be glad in it.
It could be worse.
I could be starving. I could be sick. I could be alone. I could still be lost in my sin.
Instead, I choose to have the joy of the Lord as my strength.