Biblical joy transcends emotion. I can be miserable in my emotions but still filled with joy. Paul was not happy when whipped, but filled with joy nonetheless.
I don't see the difference. What I feel is what I feel. What is Joy, other than supreme happiness?
The first time I had the pain from my pinched nerve in my neck, I finally had my wife take me to the emergency room in the wee hours. All their drugs just deadened my mind, but not the pain. It dulled down a few days later, but the next Friday night hit again full force, about a 1/4 of my body, that is, my arm and chest and back, it was brutal, and it went on and on. I didn't bother with the hospital, I knew they didn't have anything for me. This felt hopeless, meaningless, and I just sat there, waiting for it to end, knowing it wouldn't, for now. And I sat there asking myself, can this really be for my good? What do I truly believe? I DO believe. I began to have a different feeling, thankfulness. I KNEW this would bring a gift, and I felt grateful.
It was a few hours later I dropped myself into a hot tub of water, which almost immediately released the pressure, and stopped the pain. It was amazing! I spent the rest of the weekend in the tub, reheating it every 20 minutes.
It was later in the afternoon on Sunday it hit me, well, "now, the rest of the story".
My church was having an Easter play, and I was to perform Jesus as He prayed in the garden. Take this cup from Me!! He pleaded with His Father! I realized . . . Jesus on the cross . . . spikes driven through His body, piercing His nerves, tearing all His nerves apart as His joints began to separate from the weight of His body, the pain He must have been in, I had received but a small taste. And like me, He was a man, in great pain.
And the Bible says that though He pleaded with His Father, begging Him to have have to endure this suffering, yet He endured the cross, despising the shame . . . for the joy that was set before Him . . . the joy of rescuing and loving a miserable wretch that is me.
If I'd had a button to push to stop my pain, I would have, well, once I found it, I did, I used it, and still do. Jesus could have stopped it at any time, but . . . I . . . was worth more than that to Him.
There is a way now that I feel I know this truth more than I ever would have without that pain.
Choosing to trust God changed my emotional state from one of dejection and hopelessness to gratitude. The pain didn't change. The emotion did.
Much love!