After struggling through the blinding blizzard of fear, thinking I had faith, but my actions speaking to my soul state, walking in circles, like Mary on her Advent journey, bearing a burden.
I must give my husband the credit. And my God. Together they spoke my own words back to me.
My husband has been good to me. Sitting with me in the quiet of our En-Gedi, modeling peace under the burden of providing, reminding me that God is the only one who really provides.
He has spoken promises in our hearts if we only listen and practice trust. Faith is being sure of what we hope for.
He leads and releases me of obligation, says, "Trust me." Both my man and my God speak truth. Gently, ever so tenderly, together they whisper, "Joy. Choose it."
Even in the midst of insecurity. In the middle of strife. When bearing the burden of the mundane. Choose.
Because of Christ, and by the power and hope of the Holy Spirit, the burden is birthed to joy. And the whole world sings,
"Joy to the World, the Lord has come."
How has He brought joy to you?
May the God of hope
fill you with all joy and peace
as you trust in him,
so that you may overflow with hope
by the power of the Holy Spirit.
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