No more.
Every season has it's own kind of beauty.
Every task has it's own reward.
Every trial has it's own rainbow.
We can choose to become blind to the goodness of life and suffer miserably.
or
We can choose to celebrate the beauty of life and choose happiness.
No more tears for me.
I choose happiness.
2 comments:
I totally agree it is a choice. Sad that it's taken me so long to realize that fact of life. Your post reminds me of a talk from a few years ago by Elder Wirthlin (I am pretty sure it was him), and last April's conference was the gem, "The next time you're tempted to moan, trying laughing instead." Hang in there!
Amen Melanie.
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