One morning my daughter was listening to music, as she prepared for school. I heard one of the singers singing about the joy of the Lord. She said, “this joy I have, the world did not give and they can not take it away, that the joy of the Lord is my strength.” I sat there just thinking about that and wondered what exactly, was the joy of the Lord.
It was one month since I had to return to work from three-month maternity leave. As you can imagine, I did not want to return to work. I pleaded with God over and over about not returning to work or at least that 8-5pm! For the first three weeks, my 3-month-old was in a sleep regression stage. He had gotten to the point where he was only waking twice a night. Well, upon returning to work, he started to wake every hour to an hour and a half. I was now only operating off of about 4 hours or less, I was exhausted!
As I was walking into my job, I prayed and asked God to please help us to get rest. I began to feel sorry for myself. I entered the building and proceeded to the security alarm. As I punched in my code, I heard the spirit say “be grateful”. It hit me like a ton of bricks and I began to cry. It wasn't out of sorrow. My heart became so full of joy. I had no idea how God was doing it but he was keeping me. I started to praise and worship God right there in my office. As I wiped my eyes, God said to me, ” this is my joy.” I had been so caught up in how we were going to “fix” this issue that I looked over the glorious power of the Father, who was keeping me.
n Faith and Love,
Felecia "Ironwoman" Henderson
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