​Reckonings of Joy, 2024 | Poetry 

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What does Joy look like to you?

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Joy looks like being in love and residing in love, the love of your other and of self, the later being the foremost.

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Joy means to live and breathe in what you have and have amassed and letting that be enough, hoping and allowing that be enough.

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Joy means allowing yourself to be free of responsibilities and the happenings that really did not work.

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Joy is sleeping, nestling in elbow with droll falling down and puddling up sheets.

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Joy is saying enough of waka waka because I simply do not have the capacity to be there.

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Joy is being moulded by God and allowing that be enough, to be a blank canvas that only he can paint and surrendering to him no matter your free will.

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Joy is knowing, no! resting in the assurance that all things done now and in the future are orchestrated by his hands, by his blood, by his power, I am merely a vessel and in that I delight, as my fate and journey is in his hands.

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Joy is knowing that all I am, will have and will ever desire is because of him and my cup runneth over in peace because the nurturing continues to hold me constantly.​

 

Joy is knowing that these tears are because God sees me deeply and passionately, irretrievably, quite unapologetically and recklessly loves me and I am made whole by him.​

 

Joy is restoration, I am restored, I am new, I am whole, I am enough, I am able, I am able through Christ Jesus, all is well with me.

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Amen​

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