#11 A few weeks ago I listened to a podcast from Austin Stone Community Church, called the History of Redemption. One of their pastors memorized various scripture passages that from Genesis to Revelation telling the story of redemption. From the creation of earth & fall of man to Christ’s resurrection & the glory awaiting us in Heaven. The podcast brought tears to my eyes. They recently put video of this story online. I watched it yesterday and was spurred to even more tears. I encourage you to watch it. There is NO other joy greater than the redemption of man but our loving God. [you can click the picture to take you to the video. click watch sermon.]
#12 No. 12 probably doesn’t look like joy. In fact I’ll be the first to admit, it looks like chaos. But let me tell you what joy lies in this chaos. This is my dining room we’re looking at. I’m standing in the kitchen behind the island. On the table to the left are baby bundts & packaging materials I made & used to give goodies to friends & family. The left side of the table is over flowing with Christmas light boxes from a photo project Shawn is working on. In the middle next to the candle sticks are craft supplies from a Christmas gift I made for a friend. On the island is a tub of dog food. I can tell you my dogs bring me much joy. They are beyond excited to see me when I get home. JOY!!!
#13 I don’t drink coffee cause I need it. I drink it cause I enjoy it. I’m serious. I drink decaf 99.99% of the time. I enjoyed a cup the other day with homemade Christmas cookies a co-worker brought. If only there had been a fire roaring instead of the glow of LCD monitors & florescent lights.
#14 You. The generous people of the world who gave. Clean water. I am so overjoyed by this. (if you want to give you still can through 12.31.10. click here.) [edited: 10:11am / 12.16.10]
In my post on Friday I mentioned that I’d been struggling to find joy. That my heart wanted to camp out in a dark room and be by itself. This week I’m making an intentional effort to take note of joy.
#1 November 19th last year I had foot surgery to repair a torn tendon. I miss wearing heels. I went from wearing them nearly everyday to wearing them maybe once a month. I wear flats all the time. I was so excited to find these adorably cute ballet flats Friday at Ross for $6.50. Talk about JOY!!! I adore the little studded ruffle on the heel.
#2 Every year at work we have a toy drive for kids who probably wouldn’t get a gift if it weren’t for donations. I walked into work Friday morning to find this large box FULL of toys. I love that my co-workers give like this!
#3 Saturday night is generally date night for Shawn and I. This past Saturday we went to a local festival. The downtown area was decorated with thousands of tiny lights. Dancing ones. Falling ones. We dined at a new burger diner & ended our time with funnel cake. Such a blessed time to be with my husband.
#4 I tweeted yesterday that I was struck by the words of the Christmas song O’ Holy Night. Particularly this verse: “Truly He taught us to love one another; His law is love and His Gospel is peace. Chains shall He break for the slave is our brother; and in His Name all oppression shall cease. Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we, Let all within us praise His holy Name!” Worship was so sweet this morning.
#6 I see this nearly every time I drive my car. A note left by Shawn. It’s a constant reminder that even when it seems the world is against me he loves me and he’s praying for me.
Are you finding joy?
Have you ever suffered in joy?
I wonder if this makes sense. I mean joy is well…joy. It’s like a sunny day at the beach and they’re giving away free ice cream that is calorie free but tastes like normal ice cream. And suffering well….
Yet, I contend that you can suffer in joy. When your life doesn’t or isn’t going the way you want. Your dreams are just dreams. You move sideways never seeming to move forward or backward. Yet, you rejoice in the joy of others. You dance when they dance. You shout hooray when they shout hooray. But you sit on your couch with heart full of joy as your eyes over flow giant drops of tears. Your own pain.
Prudence is a 30-something writer who lives in Arizona with her husband Shawn and their chihuahuas Lengua and Zeus. She writes her life, her experiences and her crawl back to hope. Eventually, she hopes to visit India – a place that’s captured her heart without ever stepping foot on the soil.