. . . to yourself. Happiness.
The elderly lady, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o’clock and always neat as a pin even though she is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today. Her beloved husband recently passed away, making the move necessary.
After waiting patiently in the lobby, she smiled sweetly when a young man from the staff came to get her and said her room was ready.
As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator, he started describing what her room would be like. Before he could even finish his description, she patted his arm and said, “I love it.”
“Oh, Mrs. Jones, I hope that will be the case, after you’re settled in.”
She smiled and said, “That doesn’t have anything to do with it. Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn’t depend on how the furniture is arranged — it’s how I arrange my mind. I have already decided to love it.”
Happiness is a decision. May we all learn to make that decision as a gift to ourselves whenever possible.
May your Sunday be blessed and happy!