Then there was Joy

A furrowed brow. Eyes too ashamed to make contact. A heart, ripped and bleeding from the pain of sin.

Forced prayer. Resignation of a grudge. Pouring out of the heart to One bigger, and better, and infinitely more powerful.

Hope renewed. The ability to smile regained. The sun, shining out, pouring grace and cheer to all.

Joy, returned. Never underestimate the power of the creator of Joy. He is good.

He is God.