31 Days of Unexpected Joy: Quality Time (Day 2)

31 Days of Unexpected Joy: Quality Time (Day 2)

31 days of unexpected joy

Hello, there!

In case I didn’t scare you off with my first post and you’ve returned for even more unexpected joy, I must confess that, while things improved over yesterday, there was lots of residual (and some new) funk in the air today. So, in an effort to shake that funk up, my husband and decided to have a much-needed at-home date night. After the week we’ve had it was most welcome.

Here’s our recipe for an easy do-it-yourself date night at home in eight easy steps:

  1. Go to the nearest Trader Joe’s.
  2. Head to the freezer section.
  3. Select and purchase lots of food that looks good to you that your children aren’t interested in eating (i.e. spelt risotto, crispy coconut shrimp, French country potatoes, stuffed mushrooms).
  4. Make fun dinner for children (pizza, pancakes, leftovers – aka “Basque Night”) to eat a bit earlier than usual.
  5. Put children down for bed a bit early (change the clocks if you must).
  6. Begin cooking together (unless one of you is horrible at it; then just pretend to work together, but be nice).
  7. Make the table look nice (remove crayon marks, perhaps use a clean placemat, remove crusty cheerios from chairs).
  8. Sit down, breathe, enjoy.

risotto

centerpieceplate of foodGood company, delicious food, excellent conversation, no huge restaurant bill, you don’t have to pay a babysitter, and you don’t have to get out of your sweats if you don’t want to = success. Praising God for the unexpected joy of quality time today with the man I love.

Until tomorrow, God bless y’all.

heather

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31 Days of Unexpected Joy: Introduction (Day 1)

31 Days of Unexpected Joy: Introduction (Day 1)

31 days of unexpected joy

Hello, and welcome!

This is my very first post in the 31-day writing challenge. By way of introduction, I thought I’d share my plans for filling this space over the next month. My intent was to touch on the following:

  • Definition of terms and some friendly catechesis – what is authentic joy, anyway, and where may it be found?
  • Comparison to happiness – what is the difference, and why does it matter?
  • Favorite select quotes about joy
  • Thoughts on (and perhaps pictures of) specific things that bring me joy
  • Ideas regarding how we can identify, cultivate, and savor joy in our everyday lives and
  • A few special guest posts on the topic for good measure

As today is the Feast of St. Therese of Lisieux, The Little Flower, I figured I would, in her honor, keep posts for this challenge short, sweet, and simple, sheerly as a survival mechanism, since writing consistently has never been my strong suit.

But a funny thing happened on my way to beginning this writing challenge about a topic almost universally regarded as “feel good” – an unexpected thing. I came up against a bunch of bumps, detours, and unabashed ugliness on my way to this post, and I was not, by any stretch of the imagination, feeling good.

It all began promisingly enough. I planned to begin today with community – meeting up with some friends and planting a seasonal flower pot to add some color and life to my cobwebby front porch. Sure, I would probably kill the thing in a week or three due to my trademark incompetence in growing anything other than babies, but at least I was ready. My husband kindly picked up a new pot for me when he was running errands yesterday, as none of our large planting pots made it through The Big Move last Fall.

But then my daughter woke with a low-grade fever and couldn’t go to school. Moms’ group was obviously a no-go for today. I tried to brush off the feelings of disappointment and decided to embrace the opportunity to stay home and tackle my lengthy to-do list in between parenting duties. “Everything is grace, right, St. Therese?” i asked. Yes. Everything.

EverythingIsGrace

What I failed to realize, however, was that my to-do list for today would soon contain an avalanche of challenges that felt like anything but grace or joy (in no particular order): facing disrespect, rejection, miscommunication, exhaustion, grief over a friend’s extraordinarily painful medical situation, the stress of several concurrent deadlines, did I mention physical and emotional exhaustion?, isolation, self-loathing, chronic back pain, cystic acne, children bickering, whining, and arguing, others’ indifference, project expectations, being so very publicly wrong, incessant boo-boos and toileting needs, considering inexplicable health concerns, shock over the mass murders just hours from here, at a place I’ve been many times, knowing I was letting people down, forgetting to follow through, learning that a former choir member whom I’d loved and admired passed away this week and I never had the opportunity to say, “good-bye.”

All of the above and several other things I’m not mentioning all happened in a single day – during this morning and the first part of this afternoon. I hadn’t even had the chance to make a second cup of coffee and I was just overwhelmed.

Riddle me this, dear reader – in the description of my seemingly godforesaken day, where is the joy? The inspiration to be informative, encouraging, and uplifting? Where?

For some of you, what I’ve described seems like a lot to bear. For others of you, perhaps these are the types of challenges you face each and every day. Still others are saying, “Pffft. That ain’t nothin’. Come live MY life for a minute.” If you are that person, and you’re ever within a 30-mile radius of my house, I will gladly buy you a cup of coffee and give you a hug and hope that you don’t pass out in front of me from sheer overload. Because, holy wow.

If you’re new here (and you’re still reading – GOD BLESS YOU), I’m telling y’all plainly, in case you haven’t picked up on it yet: I’m a hugely broken person. I am wounded, I am weak, and I am often worn out. I can, however, fake being strong for extended periods of time. I’ve been doing that on and off with varying success since birth. I can often push through once, twice, a hundred times before things start to visibly crack.The Lord knows I’m as stubborn as they come, and deep down, I have the heart of a warrior. But today? it’s been sort of hard to keep upright. Writing anything about joy, of all things, has felt very manufactured and inauthentic, and ain’t nobody got time for that.

The pot without plants or flowers. Yet.
The pot without plants or flowers. Yet.

I will tell you, however, as the shadows lengthen and I begin to wonder if I will ever have the courage to hit “publish” on this post what I do have time for, in this unexpected mess of a day – I have time for Jesus and what I promised Him I would do.

You see, I made a commitment to the Lord to write these posts about joy, my friend, and I intend to keep that commitment. I am not sure exactly what He has in mind for this space (especially after an intro such as this), but you know what? The thread of joy that remains within me right now is that of trusting in Him, trusting that He will take care of this mess – take care of me – because He has always has. He is trustworthy.

Jesus, I Trust in You. That, my friends, is my unexpected joy for today. Perhaps I should have expected it by now, but I didn’t.

Despite the storms. Despite the heartaches. Despite the twists and turns and the downs and outs. The spark of joy that remains and can acknowledge that, yes, St. Therese, for the soul that loves, all IS well. Because where there is love, there is God.

Jesus, I Trust in You. 

Because the real joy is knowing that, while the waves may crash and thunder may roll, He is God and HE IS GOOD. He is GOOD, my friend. I can testify to that to you tonight through tears. Because I didn’t WANT to write this post – I didn’t feel like I had anything left to give after today. But I am here. Through God’s grace, I’m here. And, perhaps, so are you. 😉

He. is. good.

Jesus, I Trust in You. 

Maybe you’re reading these words and you aren’t feeling joy, either. Maybe you haven’t felt joy in a long, long, time. Life has beaten you up and brought you down. Or you’re going through a rough patch with no end in sight. Or there’s an end in sight, but you’re just not sure you can make it to the end.

Maybe you’re wondering if you’ll ever feel the tender and unexpected kiss of joy in your life again.

Tonight I pray that the Holy Spirit will provide us – you and me and those we love – with a large measure of hope – that while the night may have come upon us and is trying to dampen our sense of worth, our faith, our identity as sons and daughters of the King, there is, my brothers and sisters in Christ, authentic joy that will come in the morning. If only we will seek Him. There is a peace that surpasses understanding. There is mercy as wide and as deep as a thousand oceans awaiting us if only we submit our will to His amazing grace.

Let’s reach out to Him right now for that hope, that peace, that mercy, and, yes, joy. Lasting, abiding, and authentic joy in Christ Jesus.

Amen and amen and amen. I believe, I believe, I believe.

Jesus, I Trust in You.

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See y’all tomorrow.

heather

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31 Days of Unexpected Joy

31 Days of Unexpected Joy

31 days of unexpected joy

And now for something completely different …

In an effort to become more disciplined in my writing, I {gulp} committed {gulp} to a 31-day writing challenge. It’s not about (a) how many posts I can write or (b) writing a variety of things over the course of the next 31 days.

It’s about writing about the same topic every. single. day. For 31 days.

#micdrop

So, without further ado, I invite you to check out my efforts, linked below. God bless you!

heather

DAY ONE – INTRODUCTION

DAY TWO – QUALITY TIME

DAY THREE – DREAMS

DAY FOUR – SUNDAY

DAY FIVE – SILENCE

DAY SIX – WEATHER

DAY SEVEN – THE NEW EVANGELIZATION

DAY EIGHT – BEAUTY

DAY NINE – THE ALPHABET VERSION

DAY TEN – EVERYDAY

DAY ELEVEN – MUSIC

DAY TWELVE – NATURE

DAY THIRTEEN – LOVE

DAY FOURTEEN – FALL

DAY FIFTEEN – WINNERS

DAY SIXTEEN – HALFWAY

DAY SEVENTEEN – TESTIMONY

DAY EIGHTEEN – NEW SAINTS

DAY NINETEEN – SURVIVAL

DAY TWENTY – SCRIPTURE

DAY TWENTY-ONE – LAUGHTER

DAY TWENTY-TWO – CONSOLATION

DAY TWENTY-THREE – MOVIE NIGHT

DAY TWENTY-FOUR – SELF-CARE

DAY TWENTY-FIVE – PSALM

DAY TWENTY-SIX – GIFTS

DAY TWENTY-SEVEN – ORDER

DAY TWENTY-EIGHT – MOMENTS

DAY TWENTY-NINE – DAILY MASS

DAY THIRTY – SACRIFICE

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