Joy

We wish for joy to flash upon us in an instant. Instead I find it creeps in at the seams, soaking into your fibers. The perfect balance of peace and contentment. There is always striving for something, a pull on your being. Those pulls on us rip at our seams and allow joy to escape us. The struggle is to stop long enough to reevaluate, seek the Father. I want my striving to be toward God. It isn't always. Abide. Abide in Christ. He holds us together and completes our joy.