Word of the Week

Apple blossoms

These blossoms are promises wrapped in pretty pink packages. They represent hope, and caution us to have faith, tend carefully — and trust — that something delicious will grow. At one point they are a tiny, fragile blossom. Several months later they transform into ripe, juicy fruit offering sweet sustenance.

The blossoms pair well with my thoughts on another matter … the fact that this morning I was 1,200 miles south and by afternoon I’m back at home, having Sunday supper with my family and wrangling kids. An airplane carried me from there to here, and by evening I was riding around in a John Deere Gator with my mom, aunt, oldest daughter and nearly two-years-old nephew on my lap. We had him exclaiming “baby cows” and “apple trees” by the end of the ride. It was magical. It was beautiful. It was love and hope and faith and family. It’s a wonderful feeling to have been gone, and then return, to loving arms and your happy home. Dorothy and her ruby slippers taught us well: There’s no place like home! There’s no place like home! Indeed.

My question then, is how do we maintain that same ‘lovin’ feeling’ when we’re trudging through the magic of ordinary days? How do we recall that feeling of overwhelming joy that encompasses us when we return from time away? I don’t know about you, but I need reminders. When I’m knee-deep in dishes and supper plans, laundry or cleaning sprees, kid care and chauffeur services, work and home and husband and family, I occasionally forget to be thankful and grateful. I forget to cherish the wonder in my midst. So I wear a simple little stainless steel ring to remember.

It has one word engraved on it: JOY.

Don’t forget to take the joy with you when you go … wherever you go. Treasure it in your heart, bury it deep in the depths of your soul. There’s a song we used to sing in Sunday school when I was a child. The words are still important today: “I’ve got the joy, joy, joy, joy down in my heart! Where? Down in my heart to stay!”

 

 

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2 Comments

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    Susanne May 20, 2014 (3:06 pm)

    A childhood friend’s father was a pastor – one thing I remember from him “Joy in the ordinary.”

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      Jennifer Kiko May 20, 2014 (6:21 pm)

      Yes! If we could just discipline ourselves to see it more often! Sounds like he was a very smart man.