else’s fault and everyone else’s responsibility to fix them. they do not have joy or peace. they do not have hope. they prefer whining to wonder.
i am so grateful that my father has my hand and we are on an adventure every day. even the hard days where everything goes wrong, can be an opportunity of wonder. the choice is mine. will i allow my circumstances to steal the joy that my father has for me? or will i look at these circumstances as an opportunity to see what my father is doing in my life. better yet, to know that i am not alone that he is with me 