Joy
I went to morning minyan for the first time in a long time today. I was thinking about Shula as I read the last lines of psalm 30:
You have changed for me my lament into dancing; You undid my sackcloth and girded me with gladness. So that my soul might make music to You and not be stilled, Hashem my God, forever will I thank You.
How utterly appropriate. As much as I wrestle with (or ignore) God, those verses struck right to the heart. This daughter of mine has transformed me into a singing and dancing fool. Thank You.