The more time we spend in the garden the more we realize having fruitfulness in our faith is a lot like growing strawberries. We aren’t like strawberries in the physical sense, but certainly as we age and gain life experience, our hearts, character and spirit changes based on life events. Often times circumstances beyond our control change us to our core and we struggle to know who we are and what our purpose is. We are stuck. Perhaps it’s because we don’t have strong roots.
Joy can be elusive. Let me start off by saying I’ve not always had joy in my heart. I’m not one of those super Christians who felt joy in sorrow or in the midst of pain. I’m one of those depressing Christians who only felt pain. So this year when I experienced pure joy I realized one thing. I never want to live without it. For years it’s eluded me and now that I have it I’m holding on for dear life. Our church recently held its annual ladies retreat
One of my greatest struggles living with a chronic illness is the endeavor to have a positive attitude and keep a willing heart. A willing heart seems like such a natural part of motherhood. As mothers, we put everyone’s needs before our own and we do it joyfully. It’s part of being a mom. But what happens when we can no longer do that through no fault of our own? The joy exits the equation, the ‘mommy guilt’ sets in and Satan readies the trap.