I’m the sort
of person who gets excited when her new lavender socks match her older lavender
shirt. There is nothing like a little
sock joy to counteract a drizzly gray morning.
The opening
line of a novel I never finished comes to mind:
Even though fear barricaded Dee Jones in her
bedroom at night, unexpected joy sometimes bubbled up like a cool, refreshing
spring in the morning.
That clear, undiluted joy pops up at
unexpected moments. Discovering the
right place to hang a picture. Experiencing
God’s Word speaking directly to my need.
Hearing pure, soaring tones of worship flow out of my flute. Seeing glorious mountains rise in their
white-capped glory against the sky’s clear blue. Sinking my feet in the sand and listening to
the soothing surf caressing the shore.
When joy
strikes—even over matching socks—I know its source: God.
Oh, Janis. I love your writings and your reminders of seeing and appreciating God even in the littlest things.
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