"For you formed my inward parts; You covered me in my mother's womb. I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Marvelous are Your works, and that my soul knows very well. My frame was not hidden from You, when I was made in secret, and skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed. And in Your book they all were written, the days fashioned for me, when as yet there were none of them." - Psalm 139:13-16
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3.24.2008

Joy


"There is a road from the eyes to the heart that does not go through the intellect."
--Leonardo da Vinci--

My hot cocoa is steaming beside me. The sun slowly spreading its fingers through the night sky. I just finished my morning devotions focusing on joy.
I used to wonder why the Bible coupled night with pain and grief, morning with joy and relief.
Why do loved ones slip away under the cover of darkness?
How does morning fill us with hope and expectancy?
Then I lived long days in the night. Waiting, hoping, praying. Trying to believe. The shadows stretched so long over the hospital room where Rylee lay unmoving. I remember sitting with Rylee that night, 4th of July fireworks lighting the sky, illuminating her still face, finally free from the feeding tube and ventilator. Two years later as I held Kaymaen in my arms, I prayed for the morning to come-hoping for one more day with my precious little girl. Those shadows still grip my heart from time to time. Tangible enough, I feel as though I should be able to fling them off my spiritual being. It's these times that I'm so thankful for God's reminding presence.
Joy comes in the morning.
How could I ever appreciate the true meaning of joy without knowing the full measure of despair? Shadows can only be made with the presence of Light. As He refines us, grows us up more in Him, enlarges our hearts and expands our minds...it hurts.
Joy comes in the morning.
Yet, we still have a reason for the hope that lies within us. The night is long. Winters in our life seem to stretch forever-cold and bitter. But, right around the corner is the promise...
Joy comes in the morning.
If we can just wait, He will renew our strength-allow us to grow stronger and taller in our belief in His plans. How grateful I am that while I may be stilled, dormant in my spirit...He is always looking forward to the spring...new growth, the excitement of possiblities, unexpected surprises,
and the beauty of joy filled days.
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"For Thou didst form my inward parts; Thou didst weave me in my mother's womb. I will give thanks to Thee, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; wonderful are Thy works, and my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from Thee, when I was made in secret, and skillfully wrought in the depths of the earth. Thine eyes have seen my unformed substance; and in Thy book they were all written, the days that were ordained for me, when as yet there was not one of them."

Psalm 139:13-16