I wait as she rises from the darkness at dawn, shaking off night’s debris. She never forces her way in, she has traveled the distance and knows steadiness.
She seems to sense that I can only take her presence in slowly, sometimes imperceptibly, until she can crack the darkness she knows within me—around me and before me. Then, through the broken crack of my shell, she enters.
Storms descend—those unprepared for, ill-equipped for, unexpected downpours. Winds assail and I react. She waits for them to pass, staring on from her seat not too far off, then draws attention to what’s hidden from most eyes.
I marvel as she can make what seems insignificant appear like jewels in a rough setting. What has been cast aside, she reshapes and remolds once again.
I couldn’t begin to explain what she was like until I realized I was asking the wrong question. It is not what she is but who she is.
What we are is ever-changing. Who we are has existed from before time and will forever be beloved.
Beloved Joy. She comes in the morning after a double fortnight of despairing. Though subdued by the clouds of day, she bursts through with layers and layers of color, flashing hope for what she knows is about to emerge.
I wonder if that’s how God sees us. Clouded by the separation we would have from Him; yet layered in the radiance He always sees about to emerge.
When she departs, night descends once again. But though the darkest, starless night sits beside her, she says, Do to fear.
She will return, and bring with her the beauty she found in the shadows of your tears. She is—even in her distance—ever near, never changing. She is Joy.
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Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning. (Psalm 30:5)
8 thoughts on “Come to Me”
WOW! Thanks! I had one of those long nights with broken sleep and a million thoughts and each one of them seemed to try to rob my joy! My joy showed up!
In the midst of suffering the sky may go black but joy can surely break through when the joy of the Lord is your strength. (Neh 8:10) 🙂
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Yes it can! I look forward to reading all that God impresses on your heart! We’re vessels and we all have a purpose! Love ya Sis!
It is written in the prophets, And they shall be all taught of God. Every man therefore that hath heard, and hath learned of the Father, cometh unto me. John 6:45
Keep teaching us Lord. We want to hear. Thank you Carlos. Deb
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Oh, Deb… you bring joy to life through your poignant description. Your writing brings such peace and rest to my heart in the midst of busy days. And now I will never think of joy in the same way again… I will welcome her like a friend! And by the way, you and your wonderful writing bring me joy! Love you!
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