Fullness of Joy

“I should be eating this with a spoon,” Susan laughed, eyeing her gelatinous smoothie with some suspicion. “Jesus told me to bring you one, but I didn’t. Sorry.” I said. She tipped her face towards me, half amused, half curious.

“Seriously,” I insisted, “I walked past my pot and spoon on my way out the door. Jesus said, “Grab those.” But I said, “No, I have no use for them.” So I guess I robbed you of an act of heaven-care. Sorry.”

You know, I’m realizing I’ve always thought of listening to Jesus’ voice only as doing bold things, taking courageous risks or performing self-sacrificing acts of service.

It’s been taking considerable effort to tear down my task-master idea of God and realign my vision to who he truly is. Holy. Humorous. Highly motivated by love. Ten hundred other things.


Today, I hiked alone through the mist and mud, happy that no one in the world knew where I was. “Go to the dogwood trees. I have a surprise for you.” Jesus whispered.

I could see the dogwoods downhill through a rock jumble and across a stream -just a mist of white several hundred feet off the trail. It’s not my usual habit to leave the trail when no one knows where I am, but  remembering the spoon scenario, I obeyed. The dogwood flowers were larger than I’ve seen before in the wild, and within view of their mystical display was a perfect grapevine hammock.

I sat in the vines, looking up at the ever-widening snippets of blue sky, drinking in the lively smells of spring. Harley dozed in the leaves, Jesus spoke rest on the wind and my child heart sang its old song, “You, me and the trees… this is home.” Perfectly content.


A rock scuffled on the trail, and I craned my neck to spy a happy curl of tail. “Aw, someone else is out with their German Shepherd today.” I thought, then, “Nope, that is not a German Shepherd!” Harley’s head shot up and we both stared as a beautiful coyote trotted past on the trail, cheerfully oblivious.

A wild feeling, to see a secretive animal up close for the first time. Something not everyone would care about. But to me, a photo tattooed in the scrapbook of my mind.

Let’s all grab hold of this truth, and act on it: Jesus has our good in mind!

Tear down those hideous altars we’ve built to offer up performance in hopes of buying joy or finding favor.


You are my Lord; apart from you I have no good thing. 
Those who run after other gods will suffer more and more. I will not take up their names on my lips. 
The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance. 
I will praise the LORD, who counsels me; even when I cannot see my heart instructs me. 
I keep my eyes always on the LORD. With him at my right hand, I will not be shaken. 
You make known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand.
From Psalm 16
Fullness of joy is FOR us–through a constant invitation into relationship with our Creator!







One response to “Fullness of Joy”

  1. Verna Avatar

    For the past half hour I have been reading thru your blog posts, smiling to myself and trying to decide which one to comment on. For awhile, two boys leaned over my shoulders, an 11 year old and a 7 year old, watching for pics and reading snatches.

    Psalm 16 is one of my favorites. 🙂 I have had the last verse underlined, from a time when I was learning about the joy that is part of who I am and is embedded in the meaning of my name. And learning to hear the voice of Jesus, and paying attention to it rather than thinking ideas are only my impulses- that is something that has sustained me . Something that has brought order to the chaos and clarity in the busyness of life.

    Do you know of Dr Caroline Leaf? You might enjoy what she has to say about constant communication with the Holy Spirit and renewing of the mind.

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