Joy

Joy is watching the Big Princess get so absorbed in a book she doesn't hear me when I softly call her name. So yes, I have to move to loudly calling her name.

Joy is the weather we are having right now.  70's and no humidity.  Pure joy.

Joy is hitting the bottom of the crate of notebooks to correct and knowing there's only one class left.

Joy is watching my daughters love on their grandma.

Joy is a perfectly grilled steak and a loaded sweet potato that I didn't have to make.

Joy is a sleeping two year old. A peacefully sleeping two year old.

Joy is when the lesson I've planned works.

Joy is a new box of crayons. The 120 size with built in sharpener.

Joy is ice cream. Any kind, any time, any size.

Joy is a dog looking at you and wagging her tail.  Then you look away, she looks away, then you look back at her, she looks back at you and guess what?  She wags her tail again saying, "I love you."

Joy is hearing the Little Princess try to sing along with songs.

Joy is hitting the bottom of the to-do list and still having enough energy to do something fun with the kids.

Joy is no boogers.

Joy is when Mt. Laundry has been scaled.

Joy is an adult conversation with depth and meaning without the screaming of children and distracting moments.

Joy is a challenging thought.

Joy is supposed to be a constant when you have Christ leading your life.  Yet, I needed to stop today and think of the many things that do bring me joy.  Not happiness, joy.  The stuff that runs in your blood. The stuff I really need to remember today.