I’ve been reading through Ann Voskamp’s One Thousand Gifts, a book that dives into the deep end of human suffering to find joy in all that murky water. It’s powerful.
Is the height of my chara joy dependent on the depths of my eucharisteo thanks?
So then as long as thanks is possible…I think this through. As long as thanks is possible, then joy is always possible. Joy is always possible. Whenever, meaning—now; wherever, meaning—here. The holy grail of joy is not some exotic location or some emotional mountain peak experience. The joy wonder could be here! Here, in the messy, piercing ache of now, joy might be—unbelievably—possible!
Have you been thankful enough? Thankful that you can write? Thankful you are writing? Thankful for
a couch to lean back on
a toilet bowl to clean
What if you gave thanks, today, for the mundane? How would it change your life?