I've been thinking about joy lately. What does it look like? How do you know someone is feeling it? Is it a feeling or a state of being or both? Can it co-exist with sorrow, stress, and anxiety? Could someone have the joy of the Lord and not experience it every single moment?
Normally I ask all of these questions, and then I write about what I've learned. This time, I'm still thinking.
I was doing small yoga this morning (that means just a little bit), still wondering about joy, and the only sort of conclusion I've come to is the song my mom used to sing when I was a child. "The joy of the Lord is my strength. The joy of the Lord is my strength." Just that one line over and over.
Tanner and I get married in three days. Maybe it's a bride-zilla thing to say, but the majority of our wedding is not going to look how I began to envision it would in December. So many last minute decisions need to be made, and I care too much. My former expectations need so badly to be thrown away, and it's hard work. But we don't give up, we keep moving forward despite the tears.
I don't know all of the things joy looks like, but I think one of them is strength when things are hard.
