Let us not become weary in doing good,
for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.
Hammocks are...weird. Fun, but weird. It sounds so romantic - "let's go read in that hammock out there." Whatever. First I get on, then DW gets on which means I either roll (somewhat violently) toward him or roll off the edge of the really fun looking hammock. (Is that even how you spell "hammock"?)
Next, we try to balance so we can read. Did I mention that I had a Diet DP sitting on the grass that I wanted to drink every once in awhile? Or, that DW likes to SWING the hammock if we are feeling at all stablized?
The fact that we got a selfie while still on the hammock is pretty great. (Yes, I enjoy small victories!)
Maybe your tired of me talking about looking for the good....being surprised by small blessings....being intentional and grateful for even the smallest gift.
It's part of my way of fighting back. I WILL NOT give up. I WILL NOT give in. I WILL NOT quit the battle. And, part of winning that battle is joy. I see, feel, and am surrounded by sorrow - but I will not give up my joy. I will not.
It's easier to get (& stay) on a hammock by myself, but it's more of a joyful experience to try to share that hammock with DW. I.choose.joy. Sometimes those joy moments take some work, but they are worth it.
The enemy hates joy, so we will pursue it! Let's pursue it together.
This is what happens if you put a bar of Ivory soap in the microwave.
Just thought you'd like to know - - - :-)