It's a beautiful early fall day here in the hills and mountains of north Alabama. I'm just north of the Tennessee River (the "Singing River" in the Cherokee language)and about nine miles south of the Tennessee State line. Pretty much everything you hear around here is musical, even the soft breezes.
For all the ugliness and banality in the world, it sure can be full of wonder and beauty, too. I suppose it's all about that on which you choose to focus. The forces of evil will try to grind you down if you let them. Don't let them.
When they start to get to you, remember this: Christ now sits at the right hand of the Father, ruling and reigning over the earth. He will eventually make all His enemies (and yours, if you're a Christian) His footstool. With this in mind, how can you not be joyful?
Live well . . .