I’ve had a lot of joy in my heart lately. True, honest, can’t help but smile, squeal and jump around, hug someone tight as you can, thank God for your blessings type of joy.
Joy in homemaking; in folded laundry, clean floors and freshly baked bread.
Joy in my husband; in simple things like waking up next to him, in stolen kisses on commercial breaks, in welcome-home hugs.
Joy in embracing my divine role as a woman, and therefore a wife and (future) mother.
Joy in my faith, in the direction and hope it brings to our life.
Joy in my family and appreciating where I’ve come from.
Joy in simple things, like the giant, fat, puffy snowflakes falling on my face this morning. In breathing the morning air. In having the park almost all to myself. In quiet. In God’s beautiful creations for his children. In feeling God’s love for me confirmed through his Spirit as I tip my head back and feel the snowflakes on my face.
This morning in the park was nothing less than breathtaking. I smiled all the way to work. Didn’t even mind that my knees were wet by the time I got there. I wish you could see the snowflakes. (If I had brought my camera, I could’ve frozen them in the air and you could see how huge they were! I would’ve also had a wet camera and been a little late to work.) I can’t wait to see what this storm ends up unloading on the city. It’s supposed to keep snowing all weekend! Life is good, people. Life is good.