I just passed a house that still has some Christmas decorations out. Part of the reason for that could be the snow which is about 3 – 5 feet deep here (where it hasn’t drifted). I smiled when I realized that the bits of brightly painted red and green signs that I could see represented the word JOY.
I wonder if my Joy is hidden from the world, too. I like to think that I’ve dug it out of the snow and hung Christmas lights all over it, but I probably need an outsider’s opinion on that. I’m so very thankful that even when my Joy seemed gone-buried in sorrow-it really was still there, waiting for spring.
The Joy of the Lord is my strength . . .