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52 Weeks of Joy

Week 1

Following on the heels of the British blogs I have been obsessed with, I mean following, I've decided to document the joy in my life.  The things that I am grateful for during my weeks.  It's so easy to forget the joys in our lives and fall into the traps of all the things we think we are missing. Thank you Victoria, and don't give up on your blog!  Most of the other blogs are calling it "52 Weeks of Happy".  I have decided on Joy.

You see, happiness is an emotion.  It's fleeting.  It's usually driven by materialism... I would be happy if I had a bigger house.  I would be happy if I had a new car or the latest gadget. I may never get those things, so does that mean that I will never be happy? Probably.  But Joy! Now that's something I can always have.  Because I have Christ, I can count it all joy, even the hard stuff.

Consider it all joy, my brethren, when you encounter various trials,
knowing that the testing of your faith produces endurance.”

- James 1:2-3

1. Sick babies I could cuddle with.
2. Traveling mercies for my little brother. 
3. Crocheting like a bandit with friends.
4. A place to call home, even it's just for a little while longer.
5. A half eaten sandwich left on the windowsill. 
6. A great after Christmas gift from my brother!

I hope that you can find things to be joyful about. And you can because you are His!

Blessings

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  1. Your friendship is a joy in my life :)

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  2. you are awesome. nuff said. thankful for *you*

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  3. Amen Vanessa! Contentment is the key to a happy life and contentment only comes through Christ. I do want to hear more about that "1/2 sandwich on the windowsill"!

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  4. I love you and your thankful heart.

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  5. So odd how Mom & I think alike.
    I was just going to mention the half sandwich!

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