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)