Extracts of the book (It is possible 2)
 

“The joy of God”

The disease allowed me to meet the True Joy after the “dark night”.
It’s the Joy of God, and therefore, Ours, His children.
It’s a hidden joy, discreet, that like everything good doesn’t make much noise.
I’ve learned to be happy with the smallest things, hidden ones, things that may not be perceived by people around me. They may not notice them because they’re found in the unexpected corners of the world.
I was thinking of the Holy Joy of cloister nuns, anonymous beings who worship God.
I was also thinking about our “praying group”, our joy of praying together and helping one another.

I was thinking of the smile of a child, a glorious warm day of diaphanous sun, a friend’s hug...

I was thinking of the peaceful look on the face of a person who’s leaving the confessionary.
I was also thinking of hospitable people, thinking of a friend who listens, thinking of the feeling of fullness and solidarity after giving my time (even when I don’t feel like it).
Getting wet with the first and holy rain after a long drought, when it feels like earth “devours” water.
The Joy of God is pronounced in many small, but authentic things.
I do not deny that there’s sadness, misery…but there is also the other side of the story, legions of self-sacrificing people that help out of love, people who careless about honors, and receive very thin or no reward at all. They’re capable of accompanying, taking care, healing, praying, helping and are also capable of smiling even when they’re tired.
Thinking all these thoughts fills me of peace, hope and happiness. What can I do to be a “joy source” and how can I be able to communicate this to everyone that surrounds me? ...