Where A Heavy Heart Finds Joy

I can’t lie.

Life’s intensity has been dialed up recently.

Someone most dear to me has revealed a part of their story not previously known, and it is a hard reality to grapple with.

Our son has made a well thought out and incredibly brave choice to follow his calling into the Marines.

The world around continues to abuse the loved ones we hold close in our hearts.

Bosom friends still waiting for God’s answers and help for what seems like always.

Hours of sleep lost to the warring in prayer for souls and against the relentless seen and unseen enemies at work.

Weighty prayers, thoughts, emotions, sacrifices, acts of true love threaten to crush the potency of joy.

I must find or create the space to sit, to breathe, to make room for the good that is also true.

What makes joy possible and powerful?


In the God of hope, primarily (Romans 15:13).

In Jesus who is our hope of glory (Colossians 1:27).

In the glorious inheritance of eternity with God, without sin or shame or pain or tears (Ephesians 1:18; I Peter 5:10; Revelation 21:4).

In His promises that He keeps to us even in this day (Psalm 37:28; Hebrews 13:5).

Today’s struggles and wrestling and need will not last forever.

One day, they will exist no more.

Remembrance of such a hope invites joy to hold our hand during trials.

We can laugh while crying.

We can feel settled during turmoil.

We can wait for what is yet unanswered.


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