I sometimes struggle with the concept of joy. Too often I confuse it with being happy. But joy comes from the Lord, and it is available to us whenever we stop to pay attention. I feel it when I stand with my hands lifted high, singing praises to the Lord. I feel it in the crispness of the early morning air. I feel it in the laughter of my children. I feel it when I think about how truly blessed I am that the God of the universe wants a personal relationship with me.
For you, O LORD, have made me glad by your work; at the works of your hand I sing for joy.