It isn't a flippant, jovial kind of happiness. It is an attitude of resolute contentedness, tinged with the pain and sorrow tribulation brings. Grey days remind me of what is truly important in life, and they strengthen my fervor to make the most of what I'm given and to improve the lives of others.
On gloomy, dark days, I am thankful for the little things.
I am brave, ready and willing to endure whatever I must in order to serve. I'm always willing, but on days like this I am reminded of the trials that lie ahead. And I am content with them.
It is on such days that my hope is renewed. I'm reminded that I am provided the strength to accomplish the deeds which I'm called to perform, and I welcome the pain I may face. It is an honor to suffer for His name.