Joy trumps happiness. Happiness depends on happenings, but joy endures regardless of what may occur. Joy allows you to laugh and smile in remembrance of a loved one’s life when that person passes. Joy keeps you hopeful when you’re laid off and have to wait three months or more before finding a new job. Joy steadies you when the seas get rough and the journey is lonely. As the Bible says, weeping may last for a night, but joy comes in the morning. And joy comes in the mourning too, if you let it.
My family is mourning this week. My paternal grandmother, my last grandparent, passed away late Tuesday night. Based on the reports I heard of her prayers toward the end, I believe she made her peace with God before slipping into eternity. That gives me joy, as does the fact that her passing happened on the 24th anniversary of my commitment to walk with the Lord.
In another area of life, my novel Chantal’s Call has done fairly well – I sold all of my first print order and need to get more, and the ebook and CreateSpace print edition are doing okay. Sales have averaged about a copy a day since the Kindle release, and the Smashwords editions offered in conjunction with Nona King’s launch of My Fair Princess have generated another couple dozen downloads. All told, there are about four dozen copies in circulation at the moment. Not bad – I’m happy about it.
If my joy were dependent on book sales and downloads, I might feel less thrilled that there hasn’t been more interest, more reviews, more buzz. Thank God my joy doesn’t depend on such things. True joy is based on the knowledge that God started a good work in me and He’ll be faithful to see it through to completion.
So, although my book is nowhere near best seller status, and even though my Saturday will be spent at a funeral home, cemetery and the former home of my late grandmother, I still have joy. And that beats happiness any day.