Have a little Joy. Even if it hurts.

I am learning to have joy even when others are joyless. I revel in, bask in, rejoice in, walk in, drown in the love, mercy and grace of God. It gives me joy – joy unspeakable. It gives me a bubbling well in my soul to realize that I am loved, that I am treasured. That when God looks at me He doesn’t see all my rotten sin, but sees the righteousness of Christ. If I am in Christ, and remain in Christ I am filled with utmost joy. If others around me act as if they’ve been sucking lemons, they are welcome to just try to steal my joy. I refuse to surrender it – it is God’s gift to me and I will keep it and exude it because God is my treasure, my companion, my hope and I will live in His love and not be moved from standing in His grace.

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  1. MJ27 October 2012 at 18:19

    i LIKE your post and am in agreement; what I also have towatch out for is that I don't be a wet blanket for others, watch out that I don't wipe out the sparkle in their eye at times with a neutral or grumpy response to their remarks etc. Bless, MJ.

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    1. Sarah27 October 2012 at 21:46

      Thanks for your comment - you are so right. I am guilty of stealing others' joy by my lacklustre attitude. Let it not be said of me that I sucked the life out of my joyful kids' enthusiasm because I felt entitled to my grumpiness :)

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