Joy, how do we meet with you? How are you made manifest in the fury? Where do you begin and, tell me, will you ever end?
Are you like the broken iceberg weighted by the storm, loosened from the shore, now set afloat and free?
Or are you like the waves that make beautiful the waters’ furies and remain?
Teach us as the One who lives thus so, who, though we could not see the secret place within, though reviled and rejected, still conquered and rose above the fury.
Make us undaunted. Let our eyes, as though beholding of the noonday light, as the brilliant Body Who rules the sea thereof, see anew.
Joy, we meet you here, the wind against us, our endurance never expiring but ever becoming more like you.
Come, into the fury, into the fire, fan the flames therein, make all things new again.
I plan on reading this to our severely handicapped daughter (a great 39 year old mind in a very crippled body, we are her life long care-givers as parents) I already know what she will say “Joy is my middle name you know!” and smile at your last phrase, possibly with tears.
Amen! You are the only One Who can fan the flames and make all things new again!!
Gary, In all my years of dance I discovered the most beautiful movement of all is God in us. Your daughter’s middle name is no accident as I’m sure you know. I’ve no doubt her beauty and grace is incomparable to anything the eye has ever seen. I only wish I could meet her. Your words run deep. Thank you.
i read her your comment as well. you have encouraged her Deb. Thank You.
Beautiful, Deb! Apparently “eyes” are the Holy Spirit’s “word of the day”.
Thank you Jon. For some reason I’m not able to like or comment on your post…(?) but it is beautiful! “Not by power or by might but by the Spirit.” 🙂
Deb,
This was so eloquent and pure. It was an encouragement and something to lean into.
Thanks
Laura,
Thank you and thanks for your encouragement back! 🙂
Deb