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Joyful

My heart aches for the one wandering...lost for years now. So I sit in the quiet in this season of miracles praying for just that - a miracle.   My sweet girl nestled in the crook of my arm yet nothing feels right. Happy?  Joyful?  That's not what I feel.  I press my nose against hers and breathe in all that she is.  Her warm breath saturated with the aroma of soured milk brushes my nostrils and I hold on a little tighter.  These moments slip away so quickly...I want to remember this.

Kai climbs into the open space of my lap...sweeps my hair back and wipes the fallen tears from my face. While "O Little Town of Bethlehem" sings from across the room and Chaela spreads a smile filled with joy.

Though tears fall, I can't help but smile too. 

I'm reminded that sometimes the miracle is right in front of me.  Not every season of life is easy.  Jesus never promised it would be but he did promise to always be with us and with Him we can always have joy.  We may have to open our eyes and hearts a bit wider but joy is always there for those who want it.

I choose joy.  What about you?

Until then...
Jessie

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