that kind of Joy

joy…with life’s business i tend to forgo the joyous and settle for the grumpy.

i don’t do well with stress. to say i don’t do well with it, is to say that physically i can handle 1,000,001 things on my plate but over time mental and emotionally i go crazy. so, right now i’m doing a lot of resting and praying and trying to keep “it” together.

sure i could do the blase thing and say “just be happy and that’s joy.”

but i don’t think that’s what JOY is.

mr. webster says this:

1joy

noun ˈjȯi
 Definition of JOY
1a : the emotion evoked by well-being, success, or good fortune or by the prospect of possessing what one desires :delight

: the expression or exhibition of such emotion : gaiety

2: a state of happiness or felicity : bliss
3: a source or cause of delight

so def #2 is that Happy BLISS thing, but not 1 and 3. right?

maybe joy is more about well-being and delight than about happy.

i’m loving that thought! it makes me feel less bad about myself when i tend toward the grumps.

this verse keeps running through my head today:

“Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith. For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.” ROMANS 12:1-2

that’s not happy. it’s kind of the opposite. granted Jesus died willingly, but if you’re sweating blood in a garden as preparation…that’s not happy! that’s definition 1&3 of JOY.

THAT’S DELIGHT!

the best part is that we are that JOY! HE DIED FOR YOU BELOVED! He DELIGHTED to “endure the cross” FOR YOU!

now that’s Joy…and I’m so good with that.

my youngest always gives us a thumbs up when she’s super happy…so here’s mine…be delighted with His delight to rescue you today!

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my man and I

we grew up in different states

different cultures,

but somehow THE FATHER grew us both.

my man and i have a love that others thought would never go anywhere.

meeting in an unconventional way,

courting rather than “dating”.

my man and i…

he loves me well! he loves me his way!

making me rest when i don’t really want to, but knowing he loves me and i need it.

taking the full irresponsibility of the girls, so i can recoop and get back to happy.

bringing me flowers just because…

not celebrating traditional holidays of “love” because we say it often…A LOT and mean it EVERY.TIME!

being the MAN of this sometimes to small house.

loving me as he takes over the parenting after a long day at work (with mostly women surrounding him there).

accompanying me not just on guitar but in living this life!

“the first time i held his hand i knew i’d marry him.” i say to a group of ladies monday.

they smile and the married ones know…this love that GOD has ordained and blessed.

this love that doesn’t look like everyone else’s…because it’s ours.

tomorrow is valentines day….but today is the day to love each other…and we do it well.

10 years went by like a blink…and i’m aiming for a slower next 50+to come,

loving my hytimecymbaline because HE first loved us both!