At the end of a long day…
broken needles… messed up orders…
the end of the year of after-school ministry…
unruly fourth graders… and a stern temper…
feeling as if I’ve cast seed on hard ground…
wondering if I failed Him…
fighting the urge to binge on snacks…
yet… there resides in my heart… a strange joy…
And do not be grieved, for the joy of the Lord is your strength.
Nehemiah 8:10 ESV
I feel like I should be grieved… but really… I just can’t be…
His joy… my strength…
the result of a long obedience in the same direction…
fighting the good fight…
not quitting…
remaining faith-full…
Joy… it’s so much greater than happiness…
My red cup… and a fresh pot of decaf brewing on a dreary Wednesday afternoon… makes me happy…
Happiness is fragile… just like my red cup…
Joy… it’s different…
it comes only from Him…
eternal… unreasonable… and sometimes a mystery…
Where have you experienced joy recently…?
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