I have committed myself to joy….
We must not be afraid to announce it to refugees, slum dwellers, saddened prisoners, angry prophets. Now and then we must even announce it to ourselves.
In this prison of now, in this cynical and sophisticated age, someone must believe in joy.”
The Jesus believers… aren’t they the Joy Believers?
“These things I have spoken to you
so that My joy may be in you,
and that your joy may be made full.”
When I believe, the more I see… who can stop announcing all His Joy?
endless gifts… #1098-1110
clatter of enamel plates
crunch around the table of sweet corn, kernels of sunshine, butter running down their chins
wringing out a mop
the way she sings when she sweeps
checkers played on the kitchen floor
paintbrushes in hands
ink
stacks of cucumber rounds
smoldering sunsets
breeze
striped zinnias in yellow buckets
the way that one curl winds behind her ear
tendrils of sweet peas, climbing up summer
In a fractured world, why be afraid to announce Joy? “The one who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world.”
Believe. Announce Joy!
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