Sometimes joy hides right in the open.
Waits for me to notice.
Thrums with sweet surprises to melt life bitter.
While I look squinty eyed right at her.
Or past her.
Or through her.
But with my God-tinted lenses, I see her.
In the midst of the storm.
And a grandgirl hidden in Yahweh.
I see her feathered in a rose-colored breast
and in a lavender waltz.
I touch joy in my husband’s hand.
Hear her in the rush of waves, taste her on the wind
sniff her fragrance fragile
and hide her deep.
I hear her in a string of praise
and she lifts me high beyond all earthly care.
Why is everyone hungry for more? “More, more,” they say. “More, more.” I have God’s more-than-enough, More joy in one ordinary day. ~Psalm 4:6 (Message)
Building a photo album of joy today with Bonnie.