Joy.
I think of the birth of my children, the Easter morning that I got engaged, moments where life felt compete. When the world stood still and for a moment the broken pieces of life melt away.
Joy is birthed from hardship.
The joy of a new baby after 9 months of pregnancy and painful labor.
The joy of marriage after years of waiting for "the one".
Joy in graduating after years of hard work or in watching your child start thier life after years of hard work and prayers to raise them.
Joy comes to the weary world that waits and groans in brokenness. The empty void in our hearts filled by the presence of the divine who comes to make a home along us.
We are nearing Christmas.
The busy commotion was dizzying. I picked Eddie from school and people were milling about trying not to forget anything before the break ahead and jumping in cars off to start whatever plans await.
I felt compelled to make a quiet house today. To let the world go with its busyness and traffic and shopping and sit at home to reflect on joy drawing near.
For unto us, a child is born. To us a son is given...
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