Is it carved in the Rock where it will withstand the erosion of the world?
Is it written in the sand where it can be washed away by the next storm?
Having joy is a choice. Let's face it. Life is hard. This world is filled with disappointments and heartache. People will hurt you, events will rock you, and there will always be a bubble popper waiting around the corner. When faced with these challenges what do you do? What determines your joy? Is it your circumstances? Do you have joy when things are going great?
How about when things are hard?
When you feel alone, lost, empty.
When you are jobless, homeless, scared, angry.
When nothing makes sense and you feel like noone understands your pain.
an old, cheap plush ornament.
And my joy cries out! My heart swells with adoration and excitement for the Lord that I love.
My tears flow with gratitude and humbleness for the promises of my Savior.
My arms lift high in praise and honor for the greatest gift of my salvation.
My voice sings out "My JOY is in the LORD!!!"
How can a cheap felt stocking and an old ornament do that to a person? Let me tell you....
12 years ago my husband and I were preparing to share our first Christmas together. I was 8 months pregnant and we were dirt poor. We didn't have money for a tree, for gifts, or for a nice dinner to share. I went to K-Mart and I bought these two things....1 felt stocking and 1 ornament. Total....$2. 14. I even had to scrounge in the couch and on the floor of my car to find that. I proudly brought them home. We didn't have a tree, but we had this random hook hanging from the ceiling in our living room. So, we hung our ornament there. Every time we passed under it we would kiss. It was our special mistletoe. We didn't have a mantle so we laid the stocking over the back of our old ragged couch. We called it our Joy Stocking. We decided to put little notes in that stocking over the weeks leading up to Christmas about the things we were joyful or thankful for. Then, on Christmas morning we sat together on the living room floor and opened our stocking. We read the notes to one another. We were rich that morning and we were surrounded by our gifts as we spread our notes on the floor around us.