Joy in the Morning

I spent an entire hour in bed this morning. I ended up getting out of bed an hour later than I was supposed to because of it, something which as I type it I am thinking "gee way to go girl you once again failed to get up at the time you were supposed to!" BUT this morning seemed different. I was okay with laying in bed later because I was happy.

I laid with two warm blankets keeping me warm and several stuffies keeping me company. I happen to have much affection for all those items; they've been with me for years. I wandered in and out of dreams. All I can remember is that they were seemingly pleasant. My alarm, which I also have affection for, despite its purpose of which my opinion wavers, went off abruptly several times. It has the coolest snooze button basically ever, or at least that I've ever had. My dad noticed it happily resting on my nightstand once, adding general flair to my room and noted, "that thing is ancient." I like old clocks... they seem to have stood the test of time.

 *clears throat from making a pretty sad little joke*

I woke up and felt springy! Not exactly as in the season, but as in a metal coiled object. The littlest guy was camped out on my floor. There were books stacked around my nightstand creating what seemed to be some sort of fortress or defense system, protection from what I dont know. A big pile of clothes is stuffed in the corner. My beanbag is covered with the hangers that should be on the clothes. You cant see the top surface of my green dresser. My camera bag is right by the door. But as I went off down the hallway to brush my teeth I didnt see any of it, well, I didnt pay attention. I was feelin' good. When I saw my mom I grinned, teal braces & all. "Happy this morning?" was the reply.

I told myself yesterday that today I wasnt getting on my computer until I had to. Uh, that didnt happen. That's right up there with the not getting out of bed deal... Ah hah! Charlie. I watched a couple other baby videos. Laughter's good stuff.

Yesterday I had been eating dinner and watching of all things, Anastasia. I never saw the movie while I was a kid 'cause of the spooky, green parts which I still ffwd. The movie was over, I thought, and I went to unload the dishwasher. The middle little brother continued to watch the last few minutes and all of the sudden I heard him laughing incredibly hard, something I wish he did more of. 

Now that this blog post is mostly done though I think I'll wait to publish it, and its 10:21 AM I have schoolwork to do. When I sat down and opened my laptop about an hour ago, I prayed that my happiness and joy would stem from Christ, not my circumstances. Maybe I'm just working up this feeling of being uplifted and it'll fade away as soon as I start reading about the Kennedy family and planning my paper due next week. But oh Lord, please make or continue to sustain my joy in being true and based upon Your work of salvation and continued glorious involvement in my everyday.

Psalm 30

Psalm 51