Prescribing Joy: Pouring Light
Belle (SuperMommyOfTwins) has a knack for warming my heart while also making me giggle. I hope you’ll visit her blog and feel for yourself the abundant love there.
Joy is the sound of pitter-patter, little feet echoing down the hallway when my two-year-old twins wake up each morning and run to embrace me. Joy is when my tiny daughter throws her arms around me and exclaims “huggie!” while exerting all her might into a perfectly formed bear hug. Joy is when my little son begs to be tickled, then laughs until he can hardly breathe, despite me barely touching him. Joy is hearing them say, “I love boo too” after I tell them how much I love them.
Joy is having my eight-year-old daughter ask me to show her how to cook a meal then enjoying the fruits of her labor. Joy is having the privilege of reading chapter books about values and Godly principals to her and having her gladly and enthusiastically listen. Joy is hearing her laugh and I love that she “gets” my silly sense of humor.
Joy is the feeling of pouring light into the life of my would-be abandoned, seven-year-old niece. Even with her mother in and out of her life and her father gone, she smiles, she giggles, and she enjoys simple, everyday play with my other children. Joy is seeing her rise above that adversity and Gracefully delight in her childhood.
Joy is hearing my two-year-old nephew sing to me over the phone. We don’t live close anymore, but he knows me and keeps me in his sweet little heart.
My children bring me joy! God gave them to me because He knew I needed someone to need me and I needed to hear both laughter and tears of these precious little ones ring through the walls of my house and my spirit. Every moment with them is an opportunity to give and receive joy. Each second, a precious gift from God that I vow to never take for granted.
“I have no greater joy than to hear that my children are walking in the truth.” – 3 John 1:4