*Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say, It is well, it is well, with my soul.* And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight, The clouds be rolled back as a scroll; The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend, Even so, it is well with my soul.
so yeah, that's the deal: when you're looking for joy? you will always find it hiding in your gratitude. [From this post: Why Thanksgiving is Radically Subversive & This 30 Day Experiment that is Proving to be The. Best. Thing I've done all Year!