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Little Loves - His Joy Comes In The Morning

Even though I have found consistency in my mornings, I have been struggling to smile as I head out the door to work.  I used to enjoy my mornings immensely, but since the switch over to earliness has occurred I have found it impossible to relax and enjoy those beginning hours of the day.  I only feel rushed and exhausted.  I have been praying that God would make “His Joy Come in the Morning,” but had no luck my first week out.  However, last week he really brought it home.

I love old VW Bugs.  So much.  And if they come in a bright color, they are even more awesome to me.  When I see them on the road, I cannot help but smile.  I love little things like that, and I think each person has different ones.  God knows this, and he knows what each individual persons simple love is.  I also love to be on time, I do not do it out of obligation, I do it because I enjoy being an on time person.  It translates to dependability to me.  I like hitting the same points in the road at the exact same time each morning.  It is a little OCD, but a tolerable amount…



Now to combine these loves… Tuesday morning, at 7:17am, this pink VW Bug merged onto the road next to me.  This in and of itself would be enough to make me smile, but when it happened for 4 days in a row, I felt blessed by it J  It is weird how God meets us.  I looked forward to seeing that little bug.  It’s pink exterior made a smile spread across my face and reminded me I was on time to work.  It was like doubling my joy in that moment.

What brings you joy friends? 
I have so many little loves J 
Tell me about yours!

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  1. Mikaela HolfordApril 19, 2012 at 9:27 AM

    thats fantastic. Glad you can find your joy in the little things. God loves his beloved so much :)

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