The Joy Box

Last Tuesday night, a day after returning from the hospital, I was having a sleepless night. Terry and I were talking about joy and I confessed that I had always struggled with the fleeting nature of joy. After a time there's an instense sense of joy (like I was experiencing that night being home after a 4 1/2 day hospital stay), it seems like something happens to rob it from me. I was trying to understand what God's plan and purpose was for us in regards to joy. I've heard it said that the joy we experience in life are foreshadowings of what is to come in heaven. This made good sense scripturally, but that night, through intimate prayer with the Father, I knew it was true. That night, he gave me this simple Children's poem. And when I say "gave", I mean it! It poured out onto paper in 1/2 hour, and I could not stop weeping at the simple, tender way he shared it with me. It's not erudite or profound, but I once was blind and now I see... oh, the photo I took in Terry's sister's garden last spring -- Hope it blesses you the way that it did me. Afterall, gifts are meant to be shared.

To read the poem, click on Poetry -- The Joy Box to the right of this screen.