Well, what does that even mean?
Say the phrase over and over again and try to make sense of it.
Pretty soon it's going to sound like the word "cellar door" a la Donnie Darko and you've totally lost the meaning at all and it sound little more than a meaningless string of consonants and vowels.
But I want this.
I want this "Joy of the Lord" and I want to know what it is. Exactly.
Is it joy from the Lord? Is it joy that belongs exclusively to the Lord? Is it joy from knowing the Lord?
I feel needy with all of these questions. I'm nearing the point of a casual desperation. I'm going. I'm doing. Camp is GREAT. I'm working hard. I'm loving the people that I'm working with, but I'm so...
fleshly.
It's all in my own strength. You know, you send up the occasional SOS to God and then you keep on. You grit your teeth and bare it. Because it's just one day at a time.
But I want it to be each day to count for eternity. And I know that I can't get there, or even halfway there, without the Lord strengthening me and equipping me with his powerful joy.
Joy cannot simply be some sweet attribute, a delicate fruit that hangs on the Spirit's vine.
The scripture says it is our strength.
Let us lean heavily into it.
Indeed. Good post.
ReplyDeleteYou do a great job being relatable. Dont lose that.
and ps, your bio thing under your picture makes you sound like a cannibal.... I dont even know what it means to "chomp on squishy babies cheeks"
but great post.