I think of you on my bed, and meditate on you in the watches of the night; for you have been my help, and in the shadow of your wings I sing for joy. My soul clings to you; your right hand upholds me.
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Christian theologian, C.S. Lewis titled one of his books, "Surprised by Joy." That is how I have experienced joy in my life. I am always surprised by it, probably because it almost always bubbles up from a magma-heated tar pit of human suffering, stupidity and sin - not the least of which are my own gooey contributions to this pit. But then, there it is. Joy. Unmistakably clean, new and floating like a paratrooper into the battle with one of those "you-know-what-eating" grins on its face. And when it lands on my soul and inspite of everything to the contrary, I know absolutely that everything will be all right.
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Thanks, Lord, Amen.