Joy, such an amazing emotion, or rather state of spirit, that brightens my soul into smiles.
Joy, you fill me with gratitude, so that I cling to you, never wanting to lose you.
Fear, for me, follows joy; this peaceful state will be snatched away, a rug pulled out from under my feet.
Pain, death, grief are givens, what you feel is what you get, and surviving is the goal. But joy is tentative for me, not to be trusted, disappearing as quick as it appeared.
This is my challenge: Will I trust God? For God pours out joy. Will I cling to God and allow joy in this moment? Mourning passes, joy passes, all things pass away from this earth… So instead of waiting for joy to be snatched away, I’m going to bask in it’s glow, the true glory of God.
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