The wife sings on the worship team at church. I’ve been watching her particularly these past two Sundays, to see if there’s any difference. You know, pre-house fire vs. no fire.
Nope, can’t tell anything’s wrong.
She’s up there singin’ her heart out, a hand or two lifted toward God. She does this little back-and-forth shuffle. It’s almost dancing. The best thing of all: the smile on her face. You can fake a shuffle and a hand. Can’t fake joy, Internets.
And you can’t fool the Lord either.
This gal, she blesses me. She has nothing but a coming insurance check. Her lovely log cabin style home is gone. I can’t imagine the pain of losing all the photos, scrapbooks, tangible memories.
That’s the kind joy I want in my life. Complete trust and faith. On fire, Holy Spirit joy.
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It is a blessing indeed to see that kind of deep joy in the Lord; I see it around me, too.
I want it, too. It’s there for the taking, I know. I just have to cut my soul free from the reins of rationalization that tie me down.
Thanks for sharing, and I love the blog style; I read you in Bloglines, so this is my first “drop-in” for a while.