It cometh in the morning.
C.S. Lewis was surprised by it.
On deathbeds, people choose it.
Those who sow in tears now will reap it later.
It is our strength; it is our song.
It is the thing that, by some miracle dumped straight from Heaven, our grief can turn into. (John 16:20)
It is this: Joy.
Where can we find this joy that flows even in the midst of sorrow? Where can we find this joy, which is deeper than a smile, deeper even than our feelings?
What kind of joy is this? It is Jesus Joy — trademarked, copyrighted, and available worldwide.
It is costly, but free.
Jesus of Nazareth, who willingly tasted death for every man, took up an executioner’s cross for the joy — the joy! — set before Him.
This is the miraculous character of Christ in you. It is not a fleeting moment of happiness, but rather, it is inner joy that springs from one source only: Jesus.
What kind of joy is this? This is the joy of a soul, forgiven and free.
Stephen Curtis Chapman sings of it:
“What kind of joy is this
That counts it a blessing to suffer
What kind of joy is this
That gives the prisoner his song
What kind of joy could stare death in the face
And see it as sweet victory
This is the joy of a soul that’s forgiven and free”
May you find happiness all around you this weekend, dear friend.
May you even find a reason to smile. But even more than that:
may you discover inexplicable joy within you.
Linking up again with The Gypsy Mama’s Five-Minute Friday group-writing project — where we are encouraged to write for five minutes straight without backtracking, rethinking, editing. Today’s writing prompt: JOY.