Joy. It was my word this year. Fitting. The word from last year that I didn't have any desire to choose,instead, chose me. And I am learning that you have to put one foot in front of the other. Building blocks. Foundations. And this word could not even be without the other word, no. Because joy comes from the inside. Joy comes when all happy has left the building, when weeping has endured for days, weeks, months. With the knowledge that He hears Every. Single. Word. When we know that He sees. When we know that He is the one who exacts justice, when we are relieved from being god in our lives and let Him be God over our lives. Yes, joy. Joy is a choice. Hard fought, long sought out and the treasurer we dig deep for. Joy is the thing that once we find it rooted in Him, we should never be able to loose sight of it. Thankful.