Joy Stolen

It isn't the circumstances of life that rob you of your joy, it's all the time you spend worrying about them. 

Joyce Meyer

In the back of my truck, friends in western Africa ...

There are those among us who are consistently at peace, even when times are difficult.  There are those who, when faced with life-changing distress, can respond from a joyful heart and a grateful spirit.

Then, there's the rest of us.  High-drama folks, black hole folks, sour-faced, fearful over-thinkers.  Expecting the worst seems a common state of mind for many whether the current dilemma is financial or medical or relational ...

It doesn't have to be that way, though, does it.  We do know better.


Ever notice that children usually worry less than adults do?  Ever wonder why they can spend so much time being happy?  Why even when they have little, they can be content?

Why don't children worry?  Well, first perhaps, because their needs are simple.  A family, food, shelter, and security will pretty much take care of their concerns for today.  With such simple things, they're content.  Each morning is new and exciting, and they're happy for the opportunity.  Every day is a bit of a thrill.

The fortunate ones carry such simple contentment into adult life.

Except you become like a little child ....

 ... and learn therewith to be content.

It's a practical truth, not a religious thing.

Joyce Meyer gave us the opening line, by the way.  She's a thoughtful lady and a regular encouragement to folks around the world.   (In a church service in Kenya, the sermon, translated from Swahili, reminded me of Joyce.  After the service when I told the pastor, he laughed and said he'd been reading her stuff for years.)