A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.
I've been enjoying, probably too much, emailing funny pet pictures to the young man who lives in our house but doesn't want to be blogged about. It helps raise my spirits if not his. Since rheumatoid arthritis is attacking my joints, I need all the help I can get. My initial relief at finally being diagnosed and getting needed help, doesn't always carry me through bad days. Keeping a cheerful heart does. I also know one day Jesus will keep the gate open for me. He is my hope and my song.
2 Corinthians 4:16-18
So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day. For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal.
"In Christ Alone" - Eden's Edge