If you’ve ever wondered how to incorporate daily affirmations into daily family life, this post will give you a little peek of one way we have done it. One of the questions we have asked in our Nightly Examen with Children is, “Did I choose horses?” I know, confusing, silly and maybe even inappropriate sounding for a nightly examen question. What that question really asks though is, “Did I choose joy?”
I write frequently about how important our thoughts and words about and to ourselves–our daily affirmations–are to our joy. Remember, I consider our daily affirmations the truth we tell ourselves every day–within reason; we might be able to lie to our momma, but not to ourselves.
I cannot tell myself after seven children (and honestly even before) I have a rock hard body and mathematically brilliant brain with a constantly pure heart, mind, and soul. That would be a foolish lie! But I can be nice to myself, I can choose to be a “Joy Thinker.”
The nightly question, “Did I choose joy?” serves as a reminder to look back over my day and remember the joyful times. It also reminds me I can choose joy. It is entirely up to me and I am completely capable of making that choice.
Now I know you’re wondering how we went from the daily affirmation, “I choose joy,” to the silly phrase, “Choose horses!” The phrase, “Choose Horses” came about after a long, rainy day in a camper with six children. I was a little cramped physically, mentally and emotionally. As I was sitting there at the little table with all my little people arguing around me and climbing over me, I declared out loud, “I Choose Joy!”
It was actually more of a battle cry than a declaration!
My then three or four old sitting across from me coloring thought for a moment and then hollered, “I choose horses!” Although he was totally serious, that silly declaration broke through my gloomy, fight or flight attitude and turned my day around.
So let’s talk about how we can choose joy.
Daily Affirmations: Choose Joy
First, let’s look at the difference between joy and happiness. They are not the same thing and must be understood correctly. Here is a good explanation I found:
Some believe that joy is a conscious commitment to be happy, to have a sense of contentment for the moment, despite life’s challenges. Joy is an internal lasting emotional condition…Joy in the Biblical context, is not an emotion. It is not based on something positive happening in life, but is an attitude of the heart or spirit.
So how do we choose joy? We make the decision to, regardless of the situation or circumstance. We choose eternal over earthly, infinite over temporary. Let me tell you a story about my mother-in-love who passed away ten years ago after a three month battle with Uterine cancer. She chose joy even though her situation was dire and her circumstances were painful.
It’s Mother’s Day 2007 and she’s sitting in a recliner two of her grandsons moved into her bedroom. Her usually small frame has wasted away to thin, transparent, baggy skin hanging on brittle bones. Her weak smile shows signs of intense pain if you look close enough…but her eyes reveal a joy no one is humanly capable of in this situation; not on their own at least.
Almost two months previous to this day, she was diagnosed with Uterine cancer, suddenly, out of the clear blue. And one day while helping her shower, I cried that her body was betraying her. The very same body which had held 8 precious lives until their birth-day, was now killing her. She touched my hand, “My body is not betraying me, Jenny,” she whispered. The conversation ended there.
I wasn’t going to convince her it was and at that point, she wasn’t going to convince me it wasn’t. I both loved and hated her body at the same time that day. If it were not for her, for her body, I would not have my Chris. If not for her body at that moment, I wouldn’t be showering my sweet mother-in-love.
She told me one day while I laid next to her that she had prayed she never got cancer. She then looked at the crucifix next to her bed we had bought her once we realized how sick she actually was. Eternal over earthly.
My mother-in-love always made us meet at some park to celebrate Mother’s Day. Sometimes the grass would be high and the playground equipment uncared for. The lunch cold and the wind whipping the tablecloth off along with plates and utensils. She would sit in an old lawn chair, when she wasn’t scooping potato salad, and laughed in her old lady cackle which I loved. And she smiled the whole time…she chose joy.
But Mother’s Day 2007, the picnic had been moved to their driveway. The same driveway Chris knew his entire life. One by one, each family went in to see her sitting in the old burgundy recliner situated near the foot of the bed so she would be more comfortable as she greeted her large family of eight children and their families, one family at a time that Mother’s Day.
A few of her boys, now grown men, wore their sunglasses inside. As they left her room, I could see the runaway tears; the ones that slipped past the UV protection meant to contain them.
She was swollen, near death, and in constant pain. She weakly and bravely smiled. She chose joy. She made the decision to see beyond her situation and circumstances that day. She chose to see the whole lot of us that day, regardless of the physical exertion it took just to remain in an upright position, let alone smile or whisper words of love.
She spent her last Mother’s Day at home, with her 8 children, in-laws, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. She looked every single one of us in the eye and smiled…she chose joy.
She chose joy as she faintly smiled through the pain of the cancer gnawing through her.
I can choose joy and smile at my children as I cook their lunch when hunger pains make me want to act like a big ‘ol pain.
She chose joy as she smiled and sat there talking to us through the literal pain of death.
I can choose joy and smile when a ten-year-old suddenly wants to talk after it’s lights out and I am done…capital “D” for the day. (Oh Lord do I need to hear this right now.)
She chose joy and smiled when her big boys were dripping tears in their momma’s bedroom.
I can choose joy and smile when my little one is dripping syrup across the kitchen floor or my bigs are dropping mud clumps.
She chose joy when her momma body was being broken by cancer and each breath was hard.
I can choose joy when my momma heart is being broken in two and each breath is hard.
Just for tonight, before bed, try making a nightly examen with your children and ask, “Did I chose joy today?”
And then, every day this week–morning, noon and night–let’s tell ourselves, “I Choose Joy.” Let’s make the decision to be joy thinkers. Repeating positive daily affirmations to ourselves will change the way we think about situations, people, ourselves and our life. And one day we can look back and recognize all the times we chose joy!