Pastor’s topic of joy this morning hit my nail on its head.

My joy does not depend on a friend’s inattention to my needs.

My joy does not depend on the number of the scale or the size of my jeans.

My joy does not depend on the neighbor’s loud noises late into the night.

My joy does not depend on whether the air conditioner works or not.

My joy does not depend on too much rain or too much heat or not enough of either.

My joy does not depend on the nightly news or the supreme court’s decisions.

My joy does not depend on people, circumstances, problems, success, or an uncertain tomorrow.

My joy does not depend on the family being close or far away.

My joy does not even depend on my Sweet William’s love for me.

My joy is wholly dependent upon my relationship with a Savior who loves me unconditionally and would rather die that live without me.

His joy becomes my joy.  And nothing, no nothing, can ever change that.

Sunday grace, friends.