Joy is solid. It doesn't melt, or get washed away with circumstances. It is steady, an anchor. It doesn't always have a smile, isn't reduced to niceness, but has a quiet hope. It laughs easily, I believe. It has wonder in the light of hard circumstances. It is the strength to grieve.
"The Joy of the Lord is my strength."
I'm thankful, so thankful for the joy I have. That's been mined in the darkest of valleys and is being refined with the piles of laundry that I now have the STRENGTH to do, praise Jesus. Laundry does get old, but I'm thankful for the lightness that I never thought I would have. For the laughter that I have again. For the ability to be present. Amen and thank you Jesus! I feel like I've won a gold medal.
"The Joy of the Lord is my strength."
I'm thankful, so thankful for the joy I have. That's been mined in the darkest of valleys and is being refined with the piles of laundry that I now have the STRENGTH to do, praise Jesus. Laundry does get old, but I'm thankful for the lightness that I never thought I would have. For the laughter that I have again. For the ability to be present. Amen and thank you Jesus! I feel like I've won a gold medal.
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