Joy

Joy looks at the rubble, rolls up its sleeves, and says, "Let's rebuild!"
Joy is the rainbow in the midst of the storm.
Joy lets go of yesterday.
Joy sings--even if it's off key. And is not the least embarrassed about it.
Joy soars on the slightest puff of wind.
Joy dances in a cloudburst.
Joy embraces sorrow. Joy weeps.
Joy knows it is called to be a comforter--not a complainer.
Joy never ages.
Joy cherishes each day.
Joy has no possessions just resources.
Joy notices the simplest pleasures. Nothing is too small or too insignificant to produce wonder.
Joy is love's strength.
Joy has no ruffled feathers.
Joy never finds fault.
Joy doesn't ask, "Why me?" But rather, "Why not me?"
Joy is honored and humbled to be counted worthy to suffer for His sake.
Joy endures the cross, despises the shame, and completes the work.
Joy in the midst of impenetrable darkness senses the loving presence of the Light of the World.