I am not a rodeo clown, and yet, there are still times that I would like to jump in a barrel and hide. The difficulties and anxieties of life can take a toll and weigh me down. Although running away and hiding can seem appealing, it is generally not the most effective means of coping. There has to be a healthier and more productive manner in which to address the problems of day-to-day life.
One thing I was taught years ago was that I am responsible for my joy. If I believe that I am a child of God I should be filled with joy. If I allow my joy to be taken away by others or by the difficult circumstances of life, I am walking in the flesh and not in the Spirit. It took a lot of years before I started grasping the real depth behind that thinking. I finally started to understand a little bit of it when I distinguished the difference between happiness and joy. Problems may be filling my days and I find that I am not necessarily happy about the way things are going. However, I should still have the joy of the Lord despite the difficulties.
I am grateful for the gift of prayer. The older I get the more I realize that God really does speak to us in the depths of our being. There is grace; there is strength; there is peace and contentment when we engage in the act of prayer. Let us walk boldly in faith.
"For God did not give us a spirit of cowardice but rather of power and love and self-control."
(2 Timothy 1:7)