I lose my keys, my glasses, my phone,
my temper, control of my schedule,
the thread of a thought.
I’ve lost story-keepers
who grew me, knew me,
loved me before I knew who
I was to Him.
On a daily basis, I lose
hold of my humor and zest,
the determination, the confidence
I’ve lost friends,
some due to
distance and time.
. . . and there are days I lose
the Joy God gave me
one day long ago,
and I sit as though the sun
had turned dark as night
inside my soul.
Lostness and Abandonment
so I cannot remember
why. . .
Where does lost Joy go?
to the one
who gave it to me,
who gave it to me
when I became His,
and He holds it safe
until I remember
who holds it
Lost your Joy?
Look to find God,
and there you will find
Sometimes we lose our joy because of circumstances, like the ones listed above in the poem. Maybe money’s tight and jobs are precarious. Maybe you’re in an untenable work environment. Maybe Maybe someone you love is making hard choices for reasons you understand or reasons you don’t understand – you just know your heart hurts in the fall-out. Maybe you feel burned out, worn out, torn about for reasons only you understand.
Sometimes we lose our joy because of guilt.
“God will give him [her] more than Satan has taken,” Claudette said in response to my question as we sat over sandwiches at a woman’s retreat last August.
I’d asked how do you live joy – or maybe rather give yourself permission to live joy when people God gave you face challenges. These God-Gave-You people could be your kiddos, little or big, the family you came from, the family found in your community, whether it is your church, your neighborhood, where you work, the soccer field sidelines. How do you live joy when all you can do is hands off and hands up? Or when tornadoes, hurricanes and health crisis come and people are left hurting? “God will give more him [her] more than Satan has taken” – and I have to lean into that, trust that somehow God never leaves a deficit, not when his children cry out to Him, lean into Him, trust in Him! In the leaning into that, trusting means living like I believe – and that means living God’s kind of Joy.
You will show me the path of life:
in your presence is fullness of joy;
at your right hand there are pleasures forever more”
I rejoice, Father,
On the day I called, You answered me; You emboldened me and strengthened my soul.(Psalm 138:3). You Lord are my strength and my shield. My heart trusts in You, and I am helped; Therefore, my heart rejoices, and with my song I shall thank You (Psalm 28:7). Because I trust in the Lord, my loving Father who fights for me, I do not fear bad news; my heart is faithful, loyal, devoted (Psalm 112:7). Your word tells me to “Count it all joy: when I “meet with trials of various kinds because that testing of my faith produces steadfastness (faithfulness, loyalty, devotion), to let that faithfulness, loyalty and devotion have its full effect that I may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing. (James 1: 2-4). I’m remembering, Father, other trials where you stood with me, carried me, held me, helped me, saved me, redeemed me. I’m remembering, Father, how when I met with you, you restored my joy during the journey through the challenge. I praise you for being a Father who is always faithful, who always loves, who always brings joy to the hard while you answer prayers, solve problems in ways beyond my imagination, often in ways outside my expectations. You are a mighty God, a protective, loving Father. Thank you for the joy you’ve given me – and for keeping it for me when I’ve lost it. I love you, Father,
Remember Me Monday: #36 & Linky
“I’ll make a list of God’s gracious dealings,
all the things God has done that need praising,
All the generous bounties of God,
his great goodness to the family of Israel—
~ Isaiah 63:7, The Message
In the Old Testament, God repeatedly, quietly and loudly, tells his children, “You have forgotten me!” (Jeremiah 3:32, Ezekiel 22:12, to name a few). It’s a heart cry from a father to a child who has forgotten all the love, all the saving, helping, little and big blessings – and it leaves me stunned when I realize our Father, the creator of the universe, who knows things I cannot begin to fathom, who authors storylines that leave me amazed, delights in all of us so much, He cries out, “Remember Me.”
While every day is a Remember God Day, I am inviting you to join me on Monday mornings to come by and remember what God has done for you, for your family. Maybe God sent a cardinal darting out in front of you, as if to tell you, “I’m here,” or broke a child’s fever after you laid it all down at His feet in a 2 a.m. bedside vigil. Maybe He stood with you in the wait of a prayer sent out, or brought someone you loved to Christ. Maybe He healed your broken heart, gave your courage, or you gave Him your dreams as a love offering only to have Him give them back in an unimaginable way. Maybe God helped you survive to bedtime after a crazy Monday, or forgive yourself for missing it with your kiddos –– Whatever it is, let’s Remember Him. . . in a “Remember Me Monday” love letter.
“My mouth will tell of your righteousness,
Of your salvation all the day long,
Though I know not its measure.
I will come and proclaim your mighty acts, O Sovereign Lord”
~ Psalm 71:15-16.
Let us delight in Him by telling the stories of what He’s done! If you wrote a blog post remembering what He’s done for you, join the linky. If you didn’t but still want to praise Him for what He’s done – write it in the comment section. Then visit a comment before or after yours! One of the beautiful things about the blogging community is the relationships it builds!
Rules? Write long or short, a list or a story, include photos or not. Just Remember Him and what He has done, and let the gratitude of your heart guide you. Let’s make Monday so Rejoice, that the goodness of God spills into the rest of the week!
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