I saw joy in my mom’s eyes shortly before she left this earth and went home to be with her Savior.
I felt joy the first time the doctor handed me my little boy and my husband and I embarked on our new adventure as mommy and daddy.
I heard joy on my first mission trip as our team stood together with the Dominican people. Two countries, two languages coming together and singing praises to one God.
Joy can’t be contained.
It wells inside us. It touches every corner of our heart. It overflows. It searches for other hearts to touch.