joy

There are times that my heart is just plain heavy. I'm thinking (and I swear it's an innocence of thought) that life is good and people are fine. But, then out of the blue, "people who are fine" really aren't. Heck - I'm not fine. I've got loads of crap that circles my life...I think I just aligned myself with the planets, but I digress... and I have to fight to find joy. I have to fight to find Christ - - - because He is...my...joy.

He is my joy plain and simple. There's nothing complex in the basest form of His love for me outside of He just plain out loves me. What kind of God is it that will allow His Son to see something lovable within me? I'd elaborate on that but then I'd have about 20 other people who know me who would suddenly feel I'm not worthy of their thoughts, much less their love.

So - with that said, I'm placing this picture here. I don't give a flip whether or not you're a dog person. What I care about is that this gift of a dog brings me joy. Maybe your joy comes from scrapbooking. Maybe it comes from reading or photography. Here's the big stinkin' deal: Joy doesn't have to be a big thing. I believe the Lord blesses us with joy through the unexpected. It might be that the pork chops for supper turned out delish or maybe you were able to open the door for an old woman who had a cart, a bag, and a walker. Or, maybe a new tiny tomato on a plant. Or...whatever. I am so tired of everyone else telling me what I should be. I'm so tired of everyone else telling me what I should say/feel/etc.

God created me in a way that is different than anyone else. He has a place in His plans just for me...and here again, is the big stinkin' deal: He has a place for you, too. It's different than mine. And, that's cool. In fact, that's better than cool - it's awesome. Go - find your joy. Go on - find it!