Blessed be His name

In Church today we sang the song "Blessed be your name."It is an old favorite, one that you are likely to hear often.I have sung it many times.
Yet before, I sang it with a clear distinction between "the land that is plentiful, where the streams of abundance flow" and "on the road marked with suffering." For me, there were two distinct time frames, or seasons, that I could easily discern and recognize. I knew there were times when things went well and there were separate times when things did not turn out so good. Yet I tried to do as the song said, and look up and still say "blessed be Your name."
Lately, I have experienced a paradox, and as such I am unable to sing this song without smiling and grinning uncontrollably. Let me tell you why.
I can no longer discern the difference between the road marked with suffering and the road of gladness. They have converged, for me, into one cohesive path. I have experienced both sorrow and joy, depths and heights. It is such a perfect new view of the road ahead that I am convinced it is the Lord's doing. It seems that my life is meant to be lived wholly, and this entails the convergence of my life's spheres. I rejoice in this, dear ones, as it allows me to not focus so much on whether things are good and bad, but rather on one thought in all things: to look to the sky and with a smile say, "Blessed be your glorious name."
May you smile and know that He is there.