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The world is filled with them…They are in cancer wards, hospitals, in streets of squalor. They live in third world countries and downtown Manhattan, cardboard boxes amid skyscrapers and mansions on the beach. They are not defined by their surroundings, circumstances or luck but by the way they live the life they have been given. They plow through life’s difficulties as if trouble simply doesn’t exist. Nothing slows their progress, they are rarely heard complaining, and folks flock to them for advice. There is a quiet peace surrounding them and their presence is an oasis.
They are the joyful ones.
Joy is a concept that escapes many of us. Joy is a slippery one, not seeking to be completely captured by definition outside our own hearts. Joy is not fleeting, she is not fickle, she is not emotional – Joy is a rock to which we must…
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