(perhaps joy)

And so I come to the computer tonight, fingers itching to write and a head full of theology that needs a much needed break. :)

There was a cascade of flower petals on the wet sidewalk--it looked like a snowfall of flowers.

Joy is found in blizzards of flowers, in pink frosted marshmallows and purple jellybeans.
in small hands clinging to yours as 3 year old feet stomp and splash in every puddle you come across
in a wild leap across the moat that cascades down the sidewalk between you and your van door and the laugh that bursts out from you as you attempt to make the leap
in the splash of dirty rainwater on your jeans

in a candle that flickers

in the rain that dances on the roof.

Joy is found in moments like these is it not?