I Don't Want To Be No Pickled Pepper

... and that's how I'm going to end up if all I do is focus on what's wrong.

Pope Francis says we need to proclaim the joy of salvation through our lives:

(I)f we keep this joy to ourselves it will make us sick in the end, our hearts will grow old and wrinkled and our faces will no longer transmit that great joy only nostalgia, melancholy which is not healthy. Sometimes these melancholy Christians faces have more in common with pickled peppers than the joy of having a beautiful life. Joy cannot be held at heel: it must be let go. Joy is a pilgrim virtue. It is a gift that walks, walks on the path of life, that walks with Jesus: preaching, proclaiming Jesus, proclaiming joy, lengthens and widens that path.

It's hard to show joy when under attack or suffering setbacks, but if it was easy, it wouldn't be interesting.

Not only are they wrinkled, they also seem to make their water murky. Eww! Image source.

Speaking of things that aren't wrong, we've got this beautiful bush in the backyard with glorious purple flowers that open in the sun and close at night. I tried to film them opening, but it looks like they need direct sun to open. It was light outside, but they didn't have sunshine before I had to leave to go to work. I'll try to catch them opening this weekend. Turned into a time-lapse movie, it ought to be pretty cool.