this kind of joy.

last night, i wanted to make an excuse to not attend service. it was cold, rainy and i am battling a cold.

despite my warm bed calling, i went. and the Lord spoke.

He reminded me that His joy is my strenght. In heartache, in battles, in the middle of the ocean's rage. His joy will uplift me, revive me, keep me moving forward. He asked that i get up and carry His joy regardless of the arduous mountain i'll have to climb.

I will not falter, I will not fall because He walks beside me.