Blessed :: Joy
This is where we sleep, wrapped in blankets of joy and blessing.
Our house was broken into last week. There are desparate dudes around these parts with powerful, door-kicking legs . . . Maybe they didn’t have mamas to teach them not to destroy things and steal what isn’t theirs?
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The paternal and maternal parental units (that would be me and hubby) of this familial gimlet were broken into and wrecked by the sinus infecting aliens. Dirty butt-heads. Now, I know they didn’t have mamas to teach them not to invade people’s nostrils with their trashy little germ-talons.
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And yet, there was this high and unbidden moment when I was crawling my sick and miserable hiney into bed and Austin was standing there across the room watching my red-rimmed and watering eyes—-never mind the snot pooling on my upper lip—when Joy dropped from the sky and made Himself full in me and I knew this and said: “Is there anyone in the world as blessed as we are?” And why is my heart somersaulting wildly inside my congested chest when my head feels like someone took a sledgehammer to the left side of my face?
“Is there anyone in the world as blessed as we are?”
He pauses, as if to sniff the air or gather himself to the most present place . . . “I feel it too Honey”. He says it slowly, maybe to commit the moment to memory and my eyes are running for a different reason. All this and “Can you believe that we get to sleep in this bed every night? Even when we are violated with day-time robbers, night after night we are safe and warm and cozy” and those three four-letter words cause an emotion that my throat won’t let go of.
I love when the Unexplainable shows up out of nowhere and for no foreseeable reason, maybe just because? But, I do know that I cannot take credit for these juleps of Joy because they are not man-made and I am never really responsible for them. They come when they come, sudden and quick and unrepeatable. And unforgettable. This Joy feels a mystery, it can happen anytime, anywhere, even in the most unpromising circumstances—even in the midst of suffering, with tears in the eyes.
Even when nailed to a tree.
Amen.
(Linking my blessings with Ann’s blessings today.}
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So. Sweet.
Oh, “thank-you” virtual friend!!!
Love to you,
Erika
precious.
bless you.
Ahh, and we both wrote about a variation of “blessed” or “blessing”. Love that Rachel.
{{{HUGS}}},
Erika
this made my heart breathe deeper today. thank you so much. you guys are beautiful and have such beautiful hearts. it is so inspiring. thank you for always writing so vulnerably( not sure if that’s a real word;) and honestly. – you bless so many. Love to you guys.
Sarah, I could say the same thing about you guys – over and over and over.
Thank-you so much for the gift of your words.
Love,
Erika
i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again…i heart you erika morrison:)
My Haven-Love, you can say it as many times as you want!
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Love,
Me
well well, my provocative love.
juleps of joy? oh you brilliant, gleaming soul…how exquisite you are and this is. love.
I quite liked the “julep” as well. It means “a sweet drink”. What could be better then a sweet drink of Joy?
And, provocative is one of my favorite words. Thank-you for using it on me.
Love.
You, Erika. Yes to it all.
I know you know this, Amber.
Thank-you.
And love,
Erika
Snot pooling on your upper lip and all, eh? Love when those joy moments just sort of seep in, without warning, even without visible cause – ’cause then you KNOW you didn’t manufacture it. Gift, that’s what it is. And thank God for such gifts, to keep us focused, to keep us going. Be well, Erika. Rephrase: be free from the invasive bugs, Erika – you already are well.
Ahh, I love your “rephrase”. And I am still amazed every time He finds a way to keep me going . . . It’s pure grace, eh?
Love you Diana,
Erika
Not sure why but this post brought tears to my eyes. It was comical yet so beautiful. I love the way that you write. Your “style”.
I’m so glad you found humor alongside the beauty, Heather. Thank-you for that . . . and for being here.
Love you,
Erika