l e n t :: day22_found

day22_found

Today has been a bit of a rough day – not bad in circumstance per se (outside of my favorite pair of pants ripping in the I-obviously-do-not-have-a-thigh-gap kind of way) but in more of a head swimming, not always positive bit of overwhelm.  It seemed some certainties were succeeding some seven month uncertainties only to be monkey-wrenched by new questions.  Granted, some of these alterations have potential to be direct answers to prayers, but today I am a bit tired.

The day ended with a gathering of the women’s group at our church where we watched War Room.  Disclaimer: in general, I am quite wary of “Christianese” films.  The dialogue, the filming, oh the costuming.   While those aspects of the theatrical art are incredibly important, I would, as they say, throw out the baby with the bath water.  But the War Room has a beautiful message though and I loved when the protagonist walked out on to her back porch, yelling at Satan, “You will not steal my joy!”

So here I am with my small found statement of the day “You will not steal my joy!”  Sometimes finding joy is difficult, like searching the house for these darn tiny doll accessories, but these accessories make all the difference in the girls’ play.  So I should re-read my own thoughts tonight and snuggle up with a cup full of joy and decaf.

What is being stolen from you?  How can it be found?
(or Jeff’s question: What do you need to yell at Satan tonight?)

l e n t :: day16_joy

day16_joyToday’s post may seem a little bit like fluff, but let me say that often joy is found in the fluff.  When a song you jammed out to in elementary school comes on your Pandora station: JOY.  When the Party Store clerk calls you “Miss” not “Ma’am”: JOY.  When you get an extra fifteen minutes of child-less morning time: JOY.  When your little brother somewhat begrudgingly dries dishes so that you can write this post: JOY.  When after nearly 4 years of not being able to consume regular coffee without a massive, vision-changing, four-day-long-misery-of-a-migraine you come across a DARK ROAST ORGANIC FAIR TRADE DECAF COFFEE: OHMYWORD JOY JOY JOY.  So today I’m letting my joy be found in the fluff, the music and the decaf coffee.

What kind of fluff brings you joy?