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Joy Journal!!

Friends!  First of all, I can't believe it's May! Wow time sure is flying by! Secondly I wanted to say congrats to all of my friends who are done with college! Hard work pays off, I keep telling myself that as I approach the day of my own graduation in just three short semesters.

Anyway, back in September I gave myself a challenge to write in a "JOY JOURNAL" until I filled one up. My journal has been through thick and thin and always traveled with me in my purse, backpack, or binder. It was then small and full of blank pages. Now, pages are stained, bent, and filled with joyful moments!! Some days it was challenging to find joyful moments, but I did it. Everyday was different and as I looked for those little things that brought me joy, it became a habit to write them down. I was amazed that as I had an open heart and mind, my life was filled with tender mercies from the Lord and happiness from those around me. Joyful things... small but wonderful they are. At first I would only write a few words down, the obvious things that would make me happy. Toward the end, I would write paragraphs about things that made me happy and brought joy to my life. I look forward to every new day to see what is going to be in my path to remind me that there is no reason to be sad or angry at the world. I am going to continue this tradition of mine and see how many "Joy Journals" I can have. So to tell you how nerdy I am, this is one out of three... I have a personal journal, a church journal, and my Joy journal! It is fun to see fill all of them, and sometimes they even overlap, but I love my journals! I feel that is important to have and keep journals so that I can pass on my experiences to my loved ones. I love life and the opportunities it brings, so why not share my happiness with everyone in the future?
Go forth and do!

(P.s this is probably the shortest post I have posted!!)

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