Count it all joy… I remember this story I listened to as a kid about a man who lost everything. He chose in his tragedy to “count it all joy”; that no matter what life brings, be it good or bad, it is a choice to accept what is with fervent joy.
In my teenage years, between the stars plastered to my ceiling, I wrote verses with a Sharpie marker. They brought me direction when I was given options to take. My favorite verse, that still sticks strongly with me today, is: O Lord, you alone are my hope. I’ve trusted you since my childhood. Psalms 71:5