Tonight I am feeling pensive. Memories passing in front of my inner eyes. Do you know what I mean?

An old swimming pool in Contagem, MG. Moss is growing between some of the stones… but Sr Jose keeps the water clean so family and friends can cool off on those hot days w/o wind. Some mango trees are growing close to the edge of the pool, so we can pick them and eat. Then we jump back into the water to get rid of the juice that has dripped all over us.:)


The house we built on top of a mountain above Belo Horizonte, MG. It was a miracle, for we had no money coming from the states… only what we earned through teaching English. An absolute impossibility for us, but not for God!

The laundry room was on the basement level … once a week I gathered up all the linens and dirty clothes, separated them in piles on the cement floor (many piles), filled the washing machine with cold water, added some Omo Laundry Soap, threw in the first pile of clothes, filled the laundry tubs with water, and began. I often thought of all the times I helped my mom wash clothes in the basement of Mom and Dad’s home in the US., using the same type of washing machine! So many years ago!

Washing machine, wringer, first laundry tub for rinsing, then wringer to second laundry tub to rinse again, wringer to clothes basket. It was automatic from throwing in the clothes until they were washed and rinsed and in the basket to go hang them up. ..It was like a dance. My hands and body following the steps and my mind talking to God – a lot! I discovered it was a great time to work things out in my conversations with Him.

One memory that stands out: A thunderstorm rolled in and surrounded us, with all the noise and lightning. I just had the last basket of clothes to hang up… and I rushed to get that done.

The rest of the basement area had only an unfinished cement floor, and the wall to the outside was open to the weather, with bricks creating an “inside/outside” feeling. For the clothesline, we’d had to use wire extended rather than clothesline cords- for the latter didn’t exist in our locale.

I ran out of the laundry room with that clothes basket and hastily started using the last clothespins to hang wet clothes onto that wire line – NOT smart! A few times I felt my body tingle as lightning arched across the sky. Many hours of tiring work – and it was done until the next week.

Only later, when I thought of those “tingles” did I realize what a blessing it was that I was wearing sturdy tennis shoes that had sufficient rubber to break my contact with the ground – AND a loving Father Who protected me!

Countless times He has protected you and I: many times without us realizing it when it happened. Then, with a backward look, we see – and are full of thanks! When I recognize those times I am in awe and thank Him again, every time I look at that memory.

How about you? Have you stopped to thank God in all your circumstances? Have you looked and see all those times He has blessed and protected?


“16 Rejoice always, 17 pray continually, 18 give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.” 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18


2020 06 21

No – the picture isn’t of the ocean in Natal – 

Nor the roof tops and sky from the apartment in Brasilia – 

Nor the green grass and homes around a small lake north of Miami 

Nor the back yard of my daughter’s home in Portland, Oregon. 

Rather, it is the view from my chair where I am sitting and writing 
at another daughter’s home in Valdosta, Georgia. 

The eight months that I was in Brasilia (capital of Brazil) turned out to be crazy. Nothing as planned but God was still involved. How thankful I am for that!  
I learned more about age and pain, and continue to learn more. Those classes follow me, regardless of where I am.  

I’m working on learning: How can I teach and share effectively, using the internet? I did several “live” classes while in Brazil.  Now I need to learn how to do them from here. 

I’m also working on putting things together to go ahead on two books. I’d like to have them finished in October -prayer backup would be appreciated! 

February: I was in Brasilia when the pandemic hit.  Because of my age, I was stuck in the apartment which, thank God, had a small balcony so I could breathe fresh air.   
My six children in the states began to ask that I return to the states. 
The end of May, fewer flights between Brazil and US. It was time to return. 
God opened the doors, I had mileage, so arrived in the US on the second of June, had a few days with son Jonathan Hall and family in Miami, then came to Valdosta. 

During this phase of things happening, the mail outs on my blog were interrupted for a period of time.  Now working on it to normalize. Many things I want to put here. 
WHEN you receive this, would you please reply with a simple “received”.  That will help me greatly. 
And if you have any questions or comments re: something you would like to know about in the future, please leave that info and I’ll answer. 

God bless! 


Mr Ben

From: Senhor Ben Gala
To: The friends and family of Pastora Voni Pottle.

First, let me get the less important things out of the way,
My name is Senhor Ben Gala..  a name I am proud of that has been in the Portuguese dictionary for years.  The translation into the American language dictionary is “cane,” but I much prefer my Brazilian name!  I believe it carries much more dignity with it than that tiny word “cane” which is inconsistent with my position of responsibility of helping Pra. Voni  (for those of you who don’t speak Portuguese, this means Pastora Voni – which is the feminine word for Pastor.) 

Forgive me, I got side-tracked!

What do I do that is so important?  I assist an 87 year old woman to walk without falling.  I DO NOT        not consider her a normal 87-year-old. She speaks fluently in English and Portuguese, and also writes in both languages. (Portuguese is considered as one of the more difficult languages: it makes Spanish look like child’s play grammatically.) 
At times, she complains about her accent.
 But, as a language teacher told her many years ago, “An accent proves that you speak more than one language!”  I totally agree with him!

She has some difficulty walking (which is why I AM SO IMPORTANT IN HER LIFE!)

She also has a dual citizenship, American and Brazilian.  She and I will ALWAYS remember the days she received her citizenship card and then her Brazilian passport.   They are both well-guarded, along with her American documents.

I was there … and proud to be at her side!  She used me a lot that day, as we walked through the Federal Justice building (that is an impressive edifice!)   From there, we received the info of what we had to do, took the car to an older section of the city, then we walked over broken sidewalks (THAT was a challenge for me) to enter an ancient building (ITEP – don’t ask me what those initials mean.)

When we entered that building, a long old stairway faced us.
The clerks offered to bring the fingerprint equipment and the seals for the documents downstairs to where we were. BUT (did I already tell you that this lady can be very determined (I call it stubborn), she refused to have everything brought downstairs.  She insisted that she could get up those stairs and then back down again.  (I, along with some friends and one of her daughters who was also with us,  ALL tried to convince her to not use those stairs, even though they had a hand rail (which she uses quite well). 
She would NOT listen!

We went up those stairs slowly, one at a time, and were ALL relieved when we got to the top.

We went into the office and were seated. The ladies in the office brought us coffee and cold water and congratulated us on getting up those stairs!  Everyone (except me) enjoyed the water and coffee.  I had to just look on as I was propped up against a wall ☹

I had to chuckle (although they couldn’t hear me) when they took her fingerprints.  What a mess!
When she was done, her friends took a picture of her hands as she held them up for the camera: each finger BLACK.  I would have been embarrassed, but not her!  She was so thrilled to be getting her documents that she just laughed. (She smiles and laughs a lot. and is always talking about how good God is to her!))

We finished all the documents, thanked the ladies in that department, then headed towards those stairs again!  (Did you know it is more difficult to go down the stairs than up them?)

We worked down those stairs, one at a time. When we got to the bottom, we turned and thanked the clerks again. We headed out to the car (walking over more broken sidewalk, ) drove back to the Federal Justice Building, carried in the file of paperwork, the clerk took it and went through everything. She then printed out the Brazilian citizenship ID card and handed it to Pra. Voni.
You cannot imagine the smiles and hugs.  I think everyone was just as happy and thrilled as Pra. Voni.

I know I was!

We finished the afternoon by going to a great restaurant overlooking the ocean.  This was a treat from Pra. Voni to everyone for all their help and patience. 
Once again, I was leaned against a pillar, but this time I could see the ocean.  No  one offers me food nor drink because I am too thin.  No one thinks I can digest anything  – and they are probably correct. ☹

This is only ONE of the many experiences I’ve had as I’ve helped Pra. Voni.
I’ll be back and share more of them with you, when I’m allowed to once again write for this blog.

It’s a life full of contrasts… excitement … tears … and fulfillment.
I think she is right about God being so good to her – and to me, as well.

Sincerely Yours,

Sr. Ben Gala

Sir. Ben


My eyes follow the eagle flying through the sky...

I watch the trees sway in the fresh warm wind...

I feel the fresh breeze touch my body...

and I think of how all of this compares with forgiveness!!!

I see the effects of it, I can feel it in my heart and body,
but I can’t see it.
Some things are too beautiful to see with normal eyesight;
However,  our spirits perceive forgiveness – and rejoice.



2020 04 20 Brasilia – DF, Brasil   

I am literally sprawled out in my hammock.
It is hanging in a small space; my left leg and foot extend out in the hammock, my right leg and foot hanging over the edge.  Sprawled is the correct word 😉

It is 5:00 pm  and the sun will go down soon. The clouds are covering the sky leaving small patches of blue. The temp is about 72 degrees F. (22 C)  No rain today -which is nice

The parking lot for part of the four building complex here in Brasilia is almost full.   Normally, it would be empty. I’m unsure when the lockdown will be lifted. For now, the population here in Brazil is still accepting it – but the rumblings of discontent are beginning to grow.  How much longer will the country be able to survive without working?

I am unsure of anything right now: except that I can trust God.
Memories of His faithfulness are pouring into my mind, along with the important principles He taught me.

foto: Ahmed S Shalapy

I remember World War 2 – 1941-1945   which tells you some about my age? 😊

 Because we lived in the state of Washington, close to the Pacific Ocean, the Japanese theater of war was VERY real to me.

The conversations and concern, when someone found a torpedo from a Japanese submarine on the sands of the coastline. Air raid drills at our school caused students to have nightmares. Maps hung in front of the blackboard showing Europe (the horrors  of St Petersburg- Russia, and the Bataan Death March –Pacific Ocean – plus so many other places,) The teachers had us  following the war without TV. The evening news on the radio glued the population to the words spoken.

 The only times we saw footage of what was happening was when we went to a movie (seldom!) and saw the newsreels –

it is amazing to me how much I remember.
Uncertainty. Rationing. Families planting “Victory Gardens” so they could have more food No butter (margarine was invented.  It was white and we had to mix the small package of coloring into it so it looked edible.)

 Friends and loved ones not coming back from the war. Our lives were totally changed. But God was still there.

1987 – Another time when I was walking in uncertainty.
When our children discovered that their dad had another family none of us knew.  He was the father of two more children. Their mother was someone I’d helped for many years. No bombs, but the death of our family as upheavals and truth battered on our doors.  Moving back to the states. Walking in the fear of the unknown. Three years of nightmares and learning more of God’s faithfulness.
The Holy Spirit taught me so much that totally changed my life concepts.
Forgiveness. Blessing. Thankfulness. Learning that God was still with me, even in the USA. My husband abandoned us, but God didn’t!

It is different today – but the uncertainty and fear once again walk through the nations.
For most of us, there are no bombs.  But there IS death – unexpected; leaving each person aware that we do not have control over our lives.

If we were honest, did we ever have control over our lives?
No – but we liked to think we did.

As I stand on the small verandah looking at the rooftops of Brasilia,  I sense an invisible blanket over everything.   The streets are quiet. The noise of children playing is almost non-existent. I arrived here only  months before they started locking it down two months ago.

Now we don’t turn on the radios: but depend upon TV and our smart phones to keep us informed.
Thus far, we have limited rationing. Most of the basics are available. But there is a definite rationing of hugs and kisses.  And it is creating a vacuum in all of our lives. It’s interesting how  important the physical touch is.  There is also a fear: will the nation be able to escapee an economic crash?
The people are praying: on the streets, in their cars and homes. Waiting for God’s answer.

Much of what is happening here is also happening in the US – and  other countries. However I am mostly conscious of Brazil and the EUA. 

Many things hit you and I, emotionally and physically. People are fighting fatigue, fear, lack of peace – and the list continues.  But it isn’t for us to feel guilty about these emotions; rather, we are to face them, accept them, then take them to God, requesting His help and guidance as we learn how to walk through the challenges. 

foto: Sérgio Lima/Poder360 – 20.mar.2020

Look at what Paul wrote. Can we apply it to what we are walking through now?

2nd Corintians 1:8-11

Brothers and sisters, you need to know about the severe trials we experienced while we were in western Turkey. All of the hardships we passed through crushed us beyond our ability to endure, and we were so completely overwhelmed that we were about to give up entirely. It felt like wehad a death sentence written upon our hearts, and we still feel it to this day. It has taught us to lose all faith in ourselves and to place all of our trust in the God who raises the dead. 10 He has rescued us from terrifying encounters with death. And now we fasten our hopes on him to continue to deliver us from death yet again, 11 as you labor together with us through prayer

Because there are so many interceding for us, our deliverance will cause even more people to give thanks to God. What a gracious gift of mercy surrounds us because of your prayers!

Will you and I discover the same faith that Paul had, locking our hopes on Him as we walk through the unknown, holding onto God’s hand (Isa 41:11-13) and knowing the truth of God’s promises.(Romans 8:28) ???

  • Voni


Brasilia – DF, Brasil, 20 de Abril de 2020.   

Estou literalmente esparramada na minha rede.

A rede está pendurada em um espaço pequeno; minha perna e pé esquerdo estendem-se na rede, minha perna e pé direito pendurados na borda. Alastrado é a palavra correta 😉

São 17:00 horas e o sol se põe em breve. As nuvens estão cobrindo o céu, deixando pequenas manchas azuis. A temperatura é de cerca de 72 graus F. (22° C). Hoje não chove – o que é bom.

O estacionamento de parte do condomínio de quatro edifícios, aqui em Brasília, está quase cheio. Normalmente, estaria vazio. Não tenho certeza de quando a quarentena estará suspensa. Por enquanto, a população aqui no Brasil ainda está aceitando – mas os estrondos do descontentamento estão começando a crescer. Quanto tempo o país poderá sobreviver sem trabalhar?

No momento, não tenho certeza de nada: exceto que posso confiar em Deus.

Memórias de Sua fidelidade estão derramando em minha mente, juntamente com os princípios importantes que Ele me ensinou.

foto: Ahmed S Shalapy

 Lembro-me da Segunda Guerra Mundial – 1941-1945, que mostra um pouco da minha idade? 😊

Como morávamos no Estado de Washington, EUA, perto do Oceano Pacífico, o teatro de guerra japonês era MUITO real para mim.

As conversas e preocupação quando alguém encontrou um torpedo de um submarino japonês nas areias da costa. Os exercícios aéreos em nossa escola fizeram com que os alunos tivessem pesadelos. Havia mapas pendurados na frente do quadro-negro mostrando a Europa (os horrores de São Petersburgo – Rússia e a Marcha da Morte de Bataan – Oceano Pacífico) – e muitos outros lugares. Os professores nos fizeram seguir a guerra, mas sem TV. O noticiário da noite no rádio colou a população às palavras ditas

As únicas vezes em que vimos cenas do que estava acontecendo foi quando fomos ao cinema (raramente!) E vimos os noticiários – é incrível para mim o quanto me lembro.

Incerteza. Racionamento. Famílias que plantam “Victory Gardens” para poderem ter mais comida. Sem manteiga (a margarina foi inventada. Era branca e tivemos que misturar o pequeno pacote de corantes para que parecesse comestível).

Amigos e entes queridos que não voltam da guerra. Nossas vidas foram totalmente mudadas. Mas Deus ainda estava lá.

1987 – Outra época em que eu estava andando na incerteza.

Quando nossos filhos descobriram que o pai deles tinha outra família, e nenhum de nós imaginávamos. Ele era pai de mais dois filhos. A mãe deles era alguém que eu ajudava há muitos anos. Nenhuma bomba, mas a morte de nossa família, como convulsões e a verdade, bateu em nossas portas. Voltando aos EUA. Andando com medo um caminho bem desconhecido. Três anos de pesadelos e aprendendo mais sobre a fidelidade de Deus.

O Espírito Santo me ensinou muito que mudou totalmente os conceitos da minha vida. 

Perdão. Bênção. Agradecimento. Aprendendo que Deus ainda estava comigo, mesmo nos EUA. Meu marido nos abandonou, mas Deus nunca!

Hoje é diferente – mas, mais uma vez a incerteza e o medo voltam a atravessar as nações.

Para a maioria de nós, não há bombas. Porém, há morte – inesperada; deixando cada pessoa consciente de que não temos controle sobre nossas vidas.

Se fôssemos honestos, já tivemos controle sobre nossas vidas?

Não – mas gostávamos de pensar que sim.

Enquanto estou na pequena varanda olhando os telhados de Brasília, sinto um cobertor invisível sobre tudo. As ruas estão quietas. O barulho das crianças brincando é quase inexistente. Cheguei aqui apenas alguns meses antes da cidade começar a “quarentenar” há dois meses.

Agora não ligamos os rádios, mas dependemos da TV e de nossos smartphones para nos manter informados.

Até agora, temos racionamento limitado. A maioria do básico está disponível. Mas há um racionamento definitivo de abraços e beijos. E está criando um vácuo em todas as nossas vidas. É interessante a importância do toque físico. Há também um medo: a nação poderá escapar de um colapso econômico?

As pessoas estão orando: nas ruas, em seus carros e casas. Esperando pela resposta de Deus.

Muito do que está acontecendo aqui também está acontecendo nos EUA – e em outros países. 

Muitas coisas atingem você e eu, emocionalmente e fisicamente. As pessoas estão lutando contra a fadiga, o medo, a falta de paz – e a lista continua. Todavia, não é para nós nos sentirmos culpados por essas emoções; em vez disto, devemos enfrentá-las, aceitá-las e levá-las a Deus, solicitando Sua ajuda e orientação como aprendermos a enfrentar os desafios.

foto: Sérgio Lima/Poder360 – 20.mar.2020

Veja o que Paulo escreveu. Podemos aplicar ao que estamos passando agora?

2 Coríntios 1: 8-11

“8 Irmãos e irmãs, queremos que saibam das aflições pelas quais passamos na província da Ásia. Os sofrimentos que suportamos foram tão grandes e tão duros, que já não tínhamos mais esperança de escapar de lá com vida. 9 Nós nos sentíamos como condenados à morte. Mas isso aconteceu para que aprendêssemos a confiar não em nós mesmos e sim em Deus, que ressuscita os mortos. 10 Ele nos salvou e continuará a nos salvar desses terríveis perigos de morte. Sim, nós temos posto nele a nossa esperança, na certeza de que ele continuará a nos salvar, 11 enquanto vocês nos ajudam, orando por nós. Assim Deus responderá às muitas orações feitas em nosso favor e nos abençoará; e muitos lhe agradecerão as bênçãos que ele nos dará. (Nova Tradução na Linguagem de Hoje).

Você e eu descobriremos a mesma fé que Paulo tinha, colocando nossas esperanças em Deus enquanto caminhamos pelo desconhecido, segurando a mão de Deus (Is 41: 11-13) e conhecendo a verdade das promessas de Deus (Romanos 8:28) 

– Voni

Celli’s Adventures


My name is Celli.
I am Voni’s cell phone: you know, the one she carries around in her purse or her pocket or her hand. Between her lap-top and me, we manage to keep her pretty busy.

But, last week, she turned the tables on me – and I didn’t particularly like it. Although it DID break up my normal routine and give me some adventuring.

It was like this.
On Thursday, Nov 7th, Voni and her son, Jonathan Hall, were doing their final packing before going to the airport to fly from Miami to Brasilia. I was needing to be charged up before the trip, so Voni put me on one of those flat circular chargers. When she put me on it, I sent her a message to remember and get me. She gave herself a mental note to jog her memory, put me on the charger and did the last work she had to do on her computer before closing it.

Jonathan called to her that he was getting the suitcases carried out and she’d better hurry. She quickly closed the computer, put it into its bag, turned around pulling it behind her. I yelled at her to remember me! But it did no good. Those two humans left me high and dry on the table beside the sofa, getting more charge than I needed.

I learned later that she realized I wasn’t with her, while on their way to the airport.
I guess she had a few minutes of panic, then remembered the verse “All things work together for the good of those who love God and are walking according to His purposes.”
She told herself that somehow this must be for the best…. And it turned out it was a special time for me!

Voni and Jonathan put their heads and the dates together and came up with the following plan.
– Michelle and Patrick and Mila left Miami -the next night, going to Rio de Janeiro to see Patrick’s grandmother – and they took me, Celli, with them!!!!

My first time in Rio de Janeira! Fortunately, they took me out of their bags and put me in a window out of their way – but where I could look out and see the sunshine and the varying blues of the ocean and sky. I loved it! I was also able to watch them with Mila, their baby daughter. Now, that was fun!

I stayed in that windowsill until Thursday, when Jonathan got there. I went with all of them (Jonathan, Michelle and Patrick) where they met Stephanie (another daughter) at the area where Hillsong was going to have a concert on Thursday night. Stephanie is working with Hill Song, so they all helped her – and I was with them. Now THAT was REALLY FUN!

Jonathan had me with him the whole time, so I got to hear a lot of the music and the praise of thousands! It was absolutely incredible!

Sometime after midnight, Jonathan and I got back to where he was staying. He fell into bed – and left me in his briefcase…so I didn’t see much.
Friday morning we went to the airport (I was still in his briefcase – not at all comfortable, I can tell you!)

All I could see was – nothing. But I could hear – we boarded, flew about two plus hours,
landed. I could hear Jonathan talking with many different people in meetings during the day. He was also debating about how and when he could get me to a friend’s apartment in Brasilia where he could leave me for Voni to pick me up on Monday afternoon

I’d hoped I would hear the Hillsong concert in Brasilia on Saturday night – but that wasn’t my luck. Jonathan left me with his friends on Saturday before he went to help Stephanie at the concert. There would be thousands there, including President Bolsonaro’s wife and several government leaders. This presented some interesting challenges for security, for the concert was out in the open… a HUGE stage and a wonderful concert… I heard that later from Voni.

The rest of my story is boring. I stayed quiet in the apartment until Voni and her friends picked me up on Monday afternoon. I must admit that I was GLAD to see Voni once again, even though she’d left me behind.
And she was glad to see me. She’s not left me out of her sight.

Life picked up again. I’ll be writing more. I just hope I can do it without her leaving me behind!.

I like this way of communicating.
I see now why Voni likes to write.
Until next time.


What Is My Life Style?

How often do we judge others’ actions by what God tells US to do? 

I have a lifestyle of 3 bedrooms in different places in the world, few possessions except clothes, computer and electronics, and a few hundred books on my Kindle library, some Bibles, two or three knick-knacks that I carry with me to give me a feeling of continuity in my life. 

As I deal with the weight of suitcases on the planes, I am attempting to constantly downsize (I don’t succeed well with that!) 

In Portland, Oregon, I have a rocking chair, in Georgia none of the furniture in my bedroom is mine, in Natal, Brazil, my “nest” there is my home… although I am there for only short periods of time and rent it out some. Now in November, the plans are for me to go to Brasilia and stay with some of my “kids” for a period of time. I have no idea right now for how long? 

I would not encourage anyone to have this kind of life. But this is where my loving Father has placed me. 
My joy? is writing and talking about Him- sharing the Good News of Him in our lives – what it really means. 

Sometimes I feel encouraged by the responses. At other times, I weep, for my lack of ability to share and be understood. 
At times I rejoice over what God is doing: my life is full of incredible stories and memories. 
Other times, loneliness camps on my doorstep, and the Lord has to comfort me. 

This is my life. I don’t regret it. I must lean on Him in trust and hang onto His hand. 
Don’t feel sorry for me… my life is rich and full. 

I don’t say this lifestyle is for you. I do say please, open your eyes to see what God is wanting you to do where you are. 

Who do you know who needs love and encouragement that comes from the Lord 
What small things can you do to bless others? It’s amazing how God takes those small things and turns them into wonderful things. 

You don’t have to live my lifestyle and have no permanent home. But our Lord DOES want you to reach out to those around you, with His love (not yours.) 


I Didn’t Expect This…

I need to write it out so I’ll know what I’m thinking…

I want to go to bed, but first, write something to you all. I am learning that as I put my thoughts and emotions down on paper it helps me clarify things for myself.

Tonight, my emotions about my daughter, Lanae, and her future husband have surprised me.
They are in their 60’s and have recently discovered the wonder of love between them. They are both surprised by their happiness. Knowing some of the past heartaches in each individual life, I believe that those very heartaches have taught them the meaning of the word “happiness”, so they can experience it in new depths.
I rejoice – and pray for them, for God’s protection over them as they form an enlarged family circle.

But, I am working through some unexpected emotions on my part! This is a surprise to me. Completely unforeseen!

As I watch all that is happening, I remember how deliriously happy Joe and I were when we discovered we loved each other. Going into our 60’s we were both marked by grief. God moved in and turned our worlds upside down (literally.)

We had more than 26 years of a rich and challenging life together. But, now -tonight- my emotions are slapping me in the face with deep loneliness.
So, what do I do now?

Back to Psalms 23.
“The Lord is my Shepherd, I SHALL NOT WANT.”

Once again I must turn to the Holy Spirit to fill my heart with peace and the knowledge that THIS is a promise from God.
If I trust Him, I shall not want.
I don’t always understand the how’s and why’s.
I only know I shall NOT want.

Joy may be intertwined with some tears: that only makes the joy richer.

We CAN trust God.
We CANNOT trust our emotions.
We CAN rejoice in the happiness of those we love.