3/21/14
Joy.
When I think about Joy I think about how mine has been
robbed. And I don’t want to make this about pity or any kind of negative. It’s
just truth. I’ve had joy. I know joy. It’s all around me pretty much all the
time. God is good and He has been so good to me in a million ways. I have felt
so much like His daughter. One that He loves and adores and provides for. His
Grace and provision in an on my life has been overwhelming.
But…
I have also been robbed many, many times. I don’t want to
wear this face that says “I’m happy all the time” or “I have joy all the time”
when I don’t. I want people to see the real me and know that, I’ve struggled
with insecurity and identity and anxiety and fear so much. And it’s robbed me
of my joy. And they’ve forced themselves in my life. Many times I have opened
up the door and they just rush in and take over and next thing I know, I can’t
find joy. I have hope that there will be a day that I’m not robbed and I will
be completely free from these things. But for now they still barge in. And
consume my house.
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