Leesy, our one year old, has a cold. She has been fussing, crying, snotty, and miserable. I can’t get anything done.
But, she found a poptart. That is, apparently, her joy. And I will NOT be stealing it away from her.
But my joy gets stolen all the time.
Naptime is the highlight of my day. I cherish the break from chaos.
Well today, I wasted the first forty five minutes of Leesy’s nap on folding clothes. Then, I sat down with my lunch and my bible lesson, and wouldn’t you know, Leesy woke up. Congratulations – I just received a restless, breakless day with a cranky one year old who causes a hurricane within in moments of entering the room. I love her – but I need the break – I need the quiet time.
My joy is stolen.
Instead of asking God to soften my heart towards His purpose for my afternoon, my distinct irritation was reflected in my lack of motivation and the frustrated, impatient way I spoke to my husband and my children.
But God quickly convicted me as I realized my hope for a little quiet had stolen my joy and rudely interrupted the grace I should extend to my family.
But God is good.
He placed real joy – abundant, amazing, everlasting joy – in my heart.
Sure, I am tired. Still a little frustrated.
But God is my love. My strength. My shield.
He is my JOY.
The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and I am helped. My heart leaps for joy and I will give thanks to him in song.