Let us fix
our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set
before Him endured the cross, scornful of its shame, and sat down at the right
hand of God. Consider Him who endured such opposition from sinful men, so that
you will not grow weary and lose heart. Hebrews 12:2, 3 NIV
Got
joy?
What
is joy, anyway? Where does it come from? How do we get some?
Not
happiness. Happiness depends on what happens to you. Lots of things can make it
go away, from stubbing your toe to losing the big game to getting jilted. Joy is
independent of what happens. Joy exists in the presence of, in spite of, things
that go wrong: pain, loss, disappointment, sickness, grief, frustration,
exhaustion, put-downs, bullies, you name it.
Joy
comes from the One who made us in His own image.
And,
just as I can do nothing to make Him love me more, nothing to make Him love me
less, His joy doesn’t depend on my successes and failures. He loves me anyway. And,
He rejoices over me with songs of joy.
I come to
You in this season of thanksgiving to thank You for enjoying me, Avi, and for
letting me enjoy You. Nothing else drives home to me how much You love me, how
valuable I am to You, how so not
worthless I am. In Your holy name, Amen