Sunday, December 11, 2016
Joy is the spring that bubbles in the desert, the arms that carry us when we're too weary to walk, and the song that revives our flagging spirit.
Joy is the bright sun that wakes us in the morning, and the warm bed that bids us take our rest at day's end.
When all that we have and all that we are is stripped away, joy is what remains.
Copyright © 2016 by David Learn. Used with permission.