It cometh in the morning.
C.S. Lewis was surprised by it.
On deathbeds, people actually choose it.
Those who sow in tears now will reap it later.
It is our strength; it is our song.
It is the one thing that, by some miracle dropped straight from Heaven, our grief can turn into. (John 16:20)
It is this:Joy.
Where can we find this…
The old man catches me in the back of the sanctuary, where I’m straightening church bulletins, pencils and childrens’ Quiet Bags.
He shuffles his feet, asks how Bible memory is going for the Sunday School children. But perhaps he’s asking if I’m hiding verses in my soul, too?
His name is Helmer. He’s…
It was just after dawn on Sunday morning. I was washing raspberries at the kitchen sink, and thinking ahead to Monday.
My friend Paula had spent the weekend with us, and when she came into the kitchen, she startled me with her gasp.
“Jennifer!” she cried out. “Look. Look outside!”
I lifted my eyes to see what Paula saw, while the water…