Braving The Broken-Day 15- What I learned about joy, when life is hard- Back in March, when I attempted suicide, I went to rehab for almost two weeks. During my stay, I encountered various people, with various issues. Joy was not an occupant at this place, and rarely did it pay a visit, to any of the
patients. As my fellow comrades, walked the silent hallways, their faces, wore the same masks. Occasionally, a fake smile would appear, but, quickly disappear. Blank expressions, were everywhere you looked. Sunken cheeks, dark, hollow eyes, such weary souls. Very much reminded me, of a scene, from the walking dead. I decided, that I was determined, to rise above my circumstances. I was down, but, I was not dead!! I made a promise to myself, I refused to just blend into the walls, of this temporary home I was in. So, I started encouraging everyone I would come in contact with. When someone new would be admitted, I was like the welcome wagon, I would walk up to them, introduce myself, and give them a hug. I would tell them, if you need any help, just ask. I would always keep checking on everyone. I was not going to allow my circumstances to steal my joy. I tried my best, to spread joy around to everyone. The young girls there, started calling me aunt denise, made my heart smile. Recently, Eddie and I were at Walmart. Someone came up behind me, and covered my eyes. I turned around , to see one of the sweet young girls, I had been in rehab with. She just kept saying, aunt denise, it really is you. I have missed you, I love you. She thanked me, for being such an encouragement to her. My friends, when life is hard, dig deeper. The joy can still be found. Unspeakable joy, thank You Jesus.