The first sip of coffee from a freshly brewed pot
The stillness of the morning when I am the only one awake
Walking through a just cleaned house
A shower after a sweaty run
A mug of tea, a good book and a hot bath
The first bite of a maple creamstick
The kids’ deep belly laughs
A kid on my lap with a book
Watching the kids concentrate on an activity they love
Understanding a concept for the first time
I could go on.
Why don’t we recognize joy in the everyday? Why don’t we look for it wherever we are? Why is it elusive?
Why do we think it can be bought?
How can my joy collide with someone else’s?
When I think about joy colliding I think of the story of Mary and Elizabeth in Luke. The preparer and the prepared, in one space smothered in joy. It was invited in and both women embraced it, owned it and spread it. Their hearts were already marked for joy.
Advent is a season of joy that gets lost in manufactured complacency. I want to be attacked with joy this season. I want it to tumble out of me and stumble into the people I meet. Joy doesn’t just happen though.
Can you see joy every day? Will you share it?