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JOY IN Living

Celebrating joy!  Joy in the harvest, the planting, the pain and the being.  Joy in the living, the giving and the being.  Joy in submitting and obedience.  Joy as a reaping.  Joy in the sowing.  

Joy.  Joy that is independent of circumstances, feelings or happenings.  Joy that is complete and assured.  Joy that strengthens and lifts our hands and our spirits.  Joy that endures, hides in Him and glorifies.

 Joy In Him
1 Chronicles 16:27 "Splendor and majesty are before him; strength and joy in his dwelling place."  Gladness when I'm in His dwelling place.

 Joy Is Our Strength
Nehemiah said, "Go and enjoy choice food and sweet drinks, and send some to those who have nothing prepared. This day is sacred to our Lord. Do not grieve, for the joy of the LORD is your strength."

Joy Is From Him...a Fruit (The whole sowing and reaping thing...)
Galatians 5:22 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, 
Joy Coming
Hebrews 12:22 Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. 


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