Early in the semester I painted a series of three paintings to put on the wall above my bed. Two of them are modern, containing squares and lines which are pleasing to the eye but the third, the middle painting, is simply a black canvas with the word "rejoice" painted across it in white paint--as if to remind me every morning when I wake and see that single word that I should rejoice in the day that the Lord has made.
Rejoice. It seems as if I have done everything but that lately. That I have complained in the day the Lord has made or been angry in the day that the Lord has made, or even complacent...
I am very fortunate, there is no question. I am thankful for being reminded tonight when I walked in my room and actually stopped and looked at that word instead of ignoring it's presence. REJOICE.
May I rejoice in YOU, regardless of what is to come. May I rejoice in you when all hope seems gone.
