Lately, I’ve struggled a lot with being joyful.
Every night as I wind down for bed I remember a little too late that I’ve chosen “joy” as my word of the month. As I recount my daily activities, it seems that the joy I mean to exude hasn’t been exuded or sometimes even leaked out at all during my day.
The time we’ve spent in Italy has been lovely. I am more than smitten with the community and seaside environment, but the ministry aspect has been draining at times. In the midst of difficulties and challenges, I want to be joyful.
I want to shine like that light that Jesus mentions in his sermon on the mount (Matthew 5-7).
But sometimes I don’t feel joyful at all.
That’s where I had it all wrong, folks. Joy isn’t a feeling. If we’re Christians controlled by mere emotions, where does that leave us? Lost in a whirlwind of confusion.
The joy I want is more than the giddy, giggly, skipping through sunny meadows of wildflowers joy.
I want the joy of the Lord.
If we wait for Him.
If we ask.
If we seek His face more than anything else in all the world. . .
… then we’ll have that all-encompassing, uncircumstancial, unconditional joy that only God himself can fill our cup with to overflowing.
I don’t know about you, but I’m asking the Lord to fill my cup to overflow with the joy of the Lord, my strength. Thanks, God.