But in all of this I am fighting for joy. I read this in Crazy Love last week and have been thinking of it often as my thoughts twist:
"It is the same way with joy in our lives. We tend to think of joy as something that ebbs and flows depending on life's circumstances. But we don't just lose joy, as though one day we have it and the next it's gone, oh darn. Joy is something that we have to choose and then work for. Like the ability to run for an hour, it doesn't come automatically. It needs cultivation."
So I am working to find joy in the midst of missing home, on cultivating it in my life regardless of circumstance or situation or global positioning.
One thing that brought me joy this week was enjoying a lazy, sunny afternoon on our porch with two of my favorite guys in this world...we laid in the sunshine, giggling and being goofy...I wish I could have captured the moment and bottled it up to save it forever...but instead we took some pictures. Steve offered to print them and put them in bottles if I really wanted....oh the literal, problem-solving thoughts of a man!
it all started because I tried to take a nap out on the sunny porch and lil Sonny C found me...It's not pictured, but I'm sure you can just imagine his huge grin of glee-ful excitement at "finding mama" and tickling my sleeping feet.
then daddy came to see what was going on....
And decided he needed to add to the fun...
which he always does, quite well.
And Caleb went back to tickling feet...
There's that grin I was talking about....could I ask for a sweeter little boy?