Gift shop: "Happiness Is a Choice."
I picked it up, pondered for
Awhile and wondered.
Can I really choose happiness?
I can choose to do happy things,
Walk in the park with Danny,
Sip coffee from my winter mug while
I watch the snow flakes blanket the
Ground,
Play dominoes with my grandkids.
My happy list is endless.
But I can't drum up happiness.
If my heart is aching, the emotion
Isn't there.
Feelings come and go without
Warning.
If I had written the sign it would
Say, "Rejoicing Is a Choice."
For even in the depths of
Grief I can choose to rejoice in
My Father's mercy,
In His comfort,
In His strong sheltering arm.
And In the act of rejoicing the
Happiness may just sneak up and
Surprise me.
"Though the fig tree does not bud and there
are no grapes on the vine, though the olive crop fails
and the fields produce no food, though there are
no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls, yet
I will rejoice in the Lord, I will be joyful in God my
Savior." Habakkuk 3:17-18