I linger over this little word joy. I love its rounded lettering. Joy is often shaped into Christmas with gold, forming a hanging for decoration. I have shared quotes about joy from authors and bloggers. Joy is more than a decorated piece. Folded away till next time. Joy in my mind is a fierce little word with courage in its heart. Joy is our daily choice. Found in the day-to-day. We choose with our thinking. Daily reading Joy over our ordinary day.
Joy, it is that deep rooted thing inside me that is influenced by faith. By the Holy Spirit.
It is the inside me that needs to know exactly where my identity rests. Therein is Joy.
This joy is not dependent on the affirmation of others. The need to be validated or to be qualified in any way. Joy is the journey of appreciation with grace.
This joy sings in my sorrow, dances in my delights, lightens up my inkyblue mood. Joy brings the ballerina and the singer into my stumbling feet and baselike tones!
I can be me and joy is there. I can drift into a world of wonder and joy is there. I can craft failure and joy can lift me up to try again.
Let me choose Joy as the dawns orange glow lifts itself up from the night sky. Let me choose Joy when I eat my cheese sandwiches at lunch. Let me choose Joy as the moon brings it’s button buttermilk smile to the blackness of the nighttime sky.
The fruit of the spirit is Joy.
Let Him sing joy over you
Hilary Yancey writes,
When I resist anxiety, even for a moment, I can catch a glimmer of the songGod is singing over my life : JOY.
Pete Grieg inspired me by his post that encouraged joy in the mundane,
Tears come uninvited to us all in the end. But joy does not. It is a butterfly, a melody waiting to be named. Our surprising, unsolemn duty, therefore, is not just to weep at life’s tragedy but to laugh at its bounty. To marvel at the simple magnificence of so many mundane things; the ephemeral light through a dirty window, that eternal moment between the first and second mouthful of chocolate cake.
“A thing of beauty is a joy forever.” Keats
“I want a life that sizzles and pops and makes me laugh out loud. And I don’t want to get to the end, or to tomorrow, even, and realize that my life is a collection of meetings and pop cans and errands and receipts and dirty dishes. I want to eat cold tangerines and sing out loud in the car with the windows open and wear pink shoes and stay up all night laughing and paint my walls the exact color of the sky right now. I want to sleep hard on clean white sheets and throw parties and eat ripe tomatoes and read books so good they make me jump up and down, and I want my everyday to make God belly laugh, glad that he gave life to someone who loves the gift.” Cold Tangerines: Celebrating the Extraordinary Nature of Everyday Life
Twinkle lights are the perfect metaphor for joy. Joy is not a constant. It comes to us in moments – often ordinary moments.
Sometimes we miss out on the bursts of joy because we’re too busy chasing down extraordinary moments. Other times we’re so afraid of the dark that we don’t dare let ourselves enjoy the light.
A joyful life is not a floodlight of joy. That would eventually become unbearable.
I believe a joyful life is made up of joyful moments gracefully strung together by trust, gratitude, inspiration, and faith.
John Piper writes a definition of joy from his thoughts on Philipians –
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y joy, it gives me the opportunity to slow, to wait, to capture with my iPhone camera, a little beauty in a form of art that is within my grasp. A fading flower, an autumnal leaf, steaming strong coffee. A book with beautiful paper pages.
You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace
O Lord of Heaven’s Armies, what joy for those who trust in you. ~ Psalm 84:12
Oh for the Joy before Him, He endured the cross.
A deep quiet soul taking a journey that has taught me where true joy is rooted right where I am, found there in the place where love truly abides.
Joy is that simplicity seeing light sparkling in the washing up bubbles, bringing the steaming strong coffee in to grateful cupped hands. Perhaps maturity shines a bigger light on these things. Bringing value to the most important small.
The Joy of the Lord is my strength.
Notice the segments in your clementine. Notice the lady as she shuffles her feet towards her goal with determination. Notice the blind young man unperturbed as he gets on his train to get to a destination. The taste of lemon cake zesty and sweet. The water cool and sipped slowly. The rainbow as you drive the curve in the road and its thick short band of colours fills your mind before it disappears and you walk into the office. A hug in life’s grief. Words texted to a friend saying hello.
Notice joy in the breaking of bread as a believer rises in faith despite the pain and challenges ahead.
Joy triumphs this comes out of authentic thankfulness .
Let’s choose Joy.
Love Rach xx 🍁🍂