joy blooms

My grandma is incredible at noticing the little things about flowers. She has a beautiful garden in her backyard, but she often brings in the blooms to set on the counter. She watches and often narrates the process as the bud breaks out into full splendor. I love hearing her talk about her blooming flowers, because that's what flowers were made to do: bloom. There are drought years and there are flood years and there are late years and early years, but the fact remains: flowers are made to bloom.

I think we are made for joy.

It may not manifest at all times in the very same ways, but God has designed us to enjoy Him. We are growing and budding and reaching for the sun as His grace builds the bloom, but it's always in there - even in droughts and floods and in years where seeds are planted late.

We are made for joy and I'm not sure when we feel it more, when we are desperate in drought times or when we are displaying the glory of a full bloom. But it doesn't really matter when we feel it, it matters that we are made for it - made for enjoying God.

The weight of this enjoyment is like gravity - pulling us ground-ward as we walk out life on earth, but lifting our eyes upward as we marvel at the power of such force.

Joy is in full bloom and I am made to display the splendor.

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This is that post where I ask you to excuse me for being absent - where I tell you I have been living life away from my keyboard and I'm not sorry. Well, maybe I'm a little bit sorry because "living life" means I have a very long list of inspiration that needs to find its way on here soon.

What have you been up to, meanwhile?