Joy Comes in the Morning

I love the promise that joy comes in the morning, and that His mercies are new every morning as well.

It has certainly been true for me. Time after time, I experience it. Today, I remember it clearly.

I woke up. There was joy.... with me again.

It helped that the sun was shining and the morning crisp and clear and beautiful. It also helped that I planned to start the day with a walk, and then throw a few punches. After that, it was up in the air... which was good, because it so didn't turn out as I might have planned it. (Especially going to the grocery store without my wallet!)

Anyhow. There is joy. There is much to be grateful for in this life of mine.

Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, God...