And Joy, Again

We are laying low today. Babe and I are enjoying a quiet recovery day while Taylor studies au cafe.

I came down with a (likely stress-succumbed) horrible headcold on Thursday, and I suspect Babe might be sympathizing. Poor thing–she took a three hour nap this morning and is going on 90 minutes for her second nap today. Sleep heals, though, and I’ve been giving her sips of chicken stock, when she will take it. She’s such a happy girl.. even when she’s not feeling well, Sweet Thing.

So, today, we are grateful for the torrents of yesterday–the rain, the Love, the tears, the prayers, the joy. Awash with it. Drowned in it. And smiling all the while. Laughter overflows. Hugs and kisses and snuggles are that much sweeter.

After all, as my Momma always sang (driving the motor home through the rare showers in the desert where we grew up) Joy is like the Rain.

[ahem, yes–forgive the hippie-70s-angel chorus-rendition. Momma always sang it faster, and more upbeat, so that’s how I remember it. This just gives you the melody. The words are below.]

I saw rain drops on my window, Joy is like the rain.
Laughter runs across my pane [pain], Slips away and comes again.
Joy is like the rain.

I saw clouds upon a mountain, Joy is like a cloud.
Sometimes silver, sometimes gray, Always sun not far away.
Joy is like a cloud.

I saw Christ in wind and thunder, Joy is tried by storm.
Christ asleep within my boat, Whipped by wind, yet still afloat,
Joy is tried by storm.

I saw rain drops on a river, Joy is like the rain,
Bit by bit the river grows, ’til all at once it overflows.
Joy is like the rain.

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4 comments

  1. Elizabeth wrote:

    A well-deserved recovery day, indeed! I hope the sweetness continues to flow.

  2. Julia wrote:

    Our pastor sang the first lines to this song as part of his sermon this morning on joy ๐Ÿ™‚ So happy for all of you!

    • renidemus wrote:

      Yay! I can still hear Momma’s voice singing it in the motor home when it rained.. such a good memory ๐Ÿ™‚