Recently, I was told that I would have to get used to a life of disappointing others. In theory, I guess I could say I already knew that. I knew that I was going to be living very far away from my sister, brothers, and my dear mom and dad. I knew I would see my nieces and nephews grow up mostly in photos on Facebook. I knew I was going to be removed from the daily lives of my closest friends. I knew all of that. But, I didn't know that disappointment would hit home so hard, in my heart. It's true, and it's hard.
This past Sunday, a group of brothers and sisters discussed the meaning of "joy". One person said that joy is like a long-lasting happiness. Another said joy was seeing your child happy. Finally, we concluded that true joy is a state of mind. In the midst of life's ups and downs, being joyful is knowing Father's presence and goodness, and having our eyes nailed to eternity.
So, even though I don;t want to get used to disappointing others, especially those I love and care for, I realized that I count it all as joy and not as loss.