What brings a tear of joy to your eye?
Most people can look at me and tell I have it all together. That I’m okay. That I have a rather good life. And in a way, they are both wrong and correct.
My story is still in progress; draft stage to say the least. I’m editing it everyday.
I am from a small town in Mississippi where we don’t have a bank, a grocery store, not even a fire department, and violence plagues my community. People I’ve seen practically my entire life are in jail or have tragically passed away. Many people are just sitting around waiting for change to happen; I chose to chase change.
I’d like to leave you with the same promise God gave me:
“For His anger is but for a moment, His favor is for life; Weeping may endure for a night, But joy comes in the morning.”
Psalms 30:5 NKJV
And oh, how I’ve wept. That story I was telling you about, it’s only by the grace of God that I am still here. I’ve had aunts who died weeks apart, unexpectedly; cousins, neighbors, family member after another; I’ve been abused, verbally more than anything; I’ve contemplated suicide; I’ve drowned in finances; I’ve almost met death twice in my lifetime, including almost being diagnosed with liver cancer. Empty. Depression would slowly consume me, but I fought to hide it all. I’ve cried countless nights, weeping; I’ve been abandoned; I’ve felt alone; I’ve questioned God and myself.
I’m still walking in my purpose, my joy. I am utterly in bliss at this point in my life. Tears once sad are now happy.
Today I celebrate my joy. God’s great joy! This joy has transformed my outlook on life and repositioned me on His path towards greater. I’m at a point in my life where my joy outweighs my weeping.
A TEACHERble Moment 
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