And in the end, I found my tribe…and strength…and joy.
Dave would know a thing or two about trials, having undergone two kidney transplants. I wondered, but didn’t ask, if his group experiment happened as he waited for that second kidney earlier this year. I copied and pasted the scripture into my iPhone notes and replied:
And he responded once more:
Oh dang! So now I can’t keep the joy to myself, Dave? You mean, I have to seek it and share it with others and coerce them to do the same? I mean, that takes some vulnerability, Dave!
Of course, I didn’t say any of that. Instead, I took Dave’s challenge and texted my like-minded, elementary-school besties: Pamela, Starla, and Denise, my friends for forty-plus years, whom I voted most likely to play along. Their words in turn conveyed varying degrees of enthusiasm in no particular order:
“It’s going to be a hard month, but I will do it with you.”
“I thought that was why God made wine? To find joy in the struggles.”
“Count it all Joy! Oh boy…this is tough. I will write it on a sticky on my desk.”
And in the end with some arm twisting, I found my tribe…and strength…and JOY. Ya’ll, my life is not without problems. Am I seeking joy? Um, yeah. Do I intentionally surround myself with good energy? Absolutely.
Paul from Lightly Seared on the Reality Grill shared these four minutes of pure JOY:
Life is not trial free, and our struggles strengthen us. May you seek and find JOY in your challenges.