My Joy Came Back

I was getting worried.  It had been gone awhile.   I wrote to it and asked it to come home, but it stayed away awhile.

But it came back today.  Not sure exactly why.  Maybe it was my sweet sister calling and inviting me to ride to Costco with her.

Maybe it was the beautiful flowers that my husband brought.

Maybe it is the inspiration that is my precious daughter doing her very best to stay connected with someone who is treating her unkindly, but she's trying anyway.

Or maybe it was the beautiful music that comes out of the hands of my baby son, Sam.  Some days I feel like King Saul, ready to "spear" someone; then beautiful music begins to flow out of this boy and my spirit is restored.  (Ask him to play "The Busboys of Sapporo" for you sometime - it's a Sammy original and it will bring tears of joy to your eyes.)

He's also teaching me to play the guitar; its impossible not to be joyful when you're playing praise music.  Even when it doesn't sound that good, its still praising which is what we were put here to do in the first place.

"The joy of the Lord is our strength".  Bring it on.