Tis the season to celebrate God’s gift of joy, the birth of His precious son Jesus Christ! As you may or may not know, my husband Damion helps me put this out every month. The past few months, however, he wasn’t well and couldn’t do his part. He’s doing much better now and wanted to share his thoughts on this month’s topic.
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Enjoy! ~ Monica
Joy is a curious thing, isn't it?
We often find happiness in various aspects of life—a new car, a raise at work, or even discovering that extra 87 cents in the couch after meticulously calculating taxes to the penny on that McRib Meal pre-inflation. Happiness frequently emerges from the simplest things. However, Joy? Joy carries a certain arrogance about itself. It chooses when to make an entrance, always arriving in style, and with a bang.
Greetings everyone. This is Monica’s other half, Damion. I volunteered to compose this letter for the month because, well, I am well acquainted with joy, especially in recent times.
In Isaiah chapter 38, we encounter the tale of King Hezekiah’s severe illness. Isaiah informs him that he should put his affairs in order as his life is drawing to a close. Hezekiah, a man of unwavering faith, turns toward the wall and engages in a conversation with God about his predicament. However, his prayer is not a simple plea for healing; instead, Hezekiah takes it upon himself to remind God—yes, the omniscient one—of his faithful service. He literally says, “Remember now, O Lord…” as if insisting, “Wait a minute! Remember those times when I did what you asked?” Then, he weeps profoundly. After all, who wouldn’t weep deeply when facing imminent death? And what does God do? He grants Hezekiah another 15 years of life.
This doesn’t imply that God requires reminders; it signifies that when you stand righteous in the eyes of the Lord, you need not hesitate to testify.
This experience fills Hezekiah with joy, leading him to compose a song of thanksgiving. This resonates with me. In Hezekiah’s song (Isaiah 38:9-20), he declares, “The LORD was ready to save me: Therefore we will sing my songs to the stringed instruments, all the days of our life in the house of the LORD.” This song was how Hezekiah testified about God’s gift of joy.
I understand this sentiment. I, too, was unwell, and my condition was not improving. It nearly cost me my life. However, as I sit here writing this, it is because I refused to accept that fate. Amid my efforts to regain health, I prayed and cried. I “reminded” the Lord of my testimony and implored Him to save me. He was indeed ready to save me. Experiencing joy from this knowledge is one thing, but witnessing it in the eyes and words of my family when I shared the news of my improvement was an unparalleled joy.
For me, joy isn’t solely derived from life-saving moments. It’s from the way my daughter beamed and clapped her hands upon hearing of my recovery. It was in the firm grasp my oldest child placed on my shoulder. Feeling the warm embrace from my middle child and the gleam in my wife’s eyes upon seeing me—these moments bestowed a joy I had never known, a joy only made possible through the profound grace, incredible mercy, and boundless love God has for me. It wasn’t my time to depart, and for that, I am immensely grateful and joyful.
May your Christmas be a truly amazing, blessed, and joyful one.
Merry Christmas to all of you,
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