(Another voice in the chorus of joy as we look into the lives of others these 40 Days . . .)
...this is Joy.
My home.
A place where:
~lessons are learned
~touch is received
~hurts are healed
~growth takes place
~memories are made
~hearts are formed
~meals are taken
...this is Joy.
photo by The Shopping Sherpa
As a maker of home, I have the power to create joy or bring harm.
A harmful home:
~lessons are harsh
~touch is to be earned
~hurts are magnified
~growth is stunted
~memories made wish to be forgotten
~hearts are hidden
~meals remind of hunger unfulfilled
I choose joy, because the Ultimate Joy lives in me.
He is here within these walls, gently reminding what is most important.
He is here, lifting my head when I harm, whispering "try again, beloved"
I take heed, I find:
a settledness
a quiet assurance
a safety created...
~lessons are harsh
~touch is to be earned
~hurts are magnified
~growth is stunted
~memories made wish to be forgotten
~hearts are hidden
~meals remind of hunger unfulfilled
I choose joy, because the Ultimate Joy lives in me.
He is here within these walls, gently reminding what is most important.
He is here, lifting my head when I harm, whispering "try again, beloved"
I take heed, I find:
a settledness
a quiet assurance
a safety created...
Joy.
You can read more from Amy at New Nostalgia.
