Sandra Heska King

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Senses of Joy (Retitled Repost)

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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.

Joyfully,

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)

Comments

  1. Emma Hagemier says

    Joy in the sunshine as I lift the garage door in the morning to leave for work…. Joy in my husband’s eyes when he sees me for the first time today (after work)… joy in my grandchildren’s eyes as they ask me what I’ve prepared for us to eat.. Joy in waking on Saturday and knowing I can stay and savor my home/cats/husband/grandkids and NOT go to work! There is SO much joy to be seen when I open my heart!

  3. Alicia says

    Love your slices of joy and the photos that bring them to life. And love this line- sometimes joy hides right in the open, waits for me to notice… I want eyes to see! Glad for your vision today!

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