The Spirit’s fruit of joy.
As it says in Galatians, “The fruit of the Spirit is…joy.” (Gal. 5:22 NKJV) Coaxes wonderful images, doesn’t it?
Like walking along a garden path with luscious trees, overhanging with delectable fruit on each side.
Other paths branch off from this path. One more beautiful than the other.
But looking deeper down one path, the light grew darker and the scenery started to change.
Sometimes our path is overgrown with weeds, over-hanging with vines of thorns. Encroaching on us and impeding our way.
But what do we do? We usually grumble and complain, don’t we? We ask, why me? Or when will this end?
The weeds of life choke out the Holy Spirit’s fruit of joy. And we shrivel up.
But there are those whose spirit clings to the Holy Spirit’s fruits…tenaciously. Despite their current or lasting circumstance.
I am so happy to have an example of this for you today. My friend Linda Yezak is my guest. She has a new book out Ride to the Altar, the last in this book series Circle Bar Ranch. You can keep up with the different posts in her book launch on her site and she has a BIG giveaway. Don’t miss it.
The Spirit’s Fruit of Joy
My eighty-five year old mama took a minute to shove herself up from her chair and waddle the few steps to her super-sized television. With her fingers gripping the lip of the TV cabinet, she balanced herself while she peered at the figure on the screen. Her nose was inches away. She tilted her head this way, then that, until finally she could name the character.
Mom, whose macular degeneration has rendered her legally blind, always tries to connect the voice she hears with the image she can make out on the screen. That day, I asked her what she could see of the blonde, and she said, “Not much. If she ever takes off that bright lipstick, I won’t be able to see her at all.”
She often gets frustrated. Her hand remembers how to write, but her eyes can’t see what she’s written. Wouldn’t be a problem if she could remember things, but she can’t. So she writes notes, hoping I can decipher them. I usually can.
But more often than the frustration, she gets tickled at the tricks her eyes play on her. We watched a football game together once. All she could see of our favorite team were their shoes. Of the other team, only their shirts. When the shoes tackled the shirts, she cheered.
Long ago, God gave her a joyful heart, and she always used it to bring joy to others. Now, despite her multitude of ailments, she’s still a pleasure to be around. She’s a blind, waddling example of the Spirit’s fruit of joy. I hope I’ve learned from her.
Linda W. Yezak lives with her husband and their funky feline, PB, in a forest in deep East Texas, where tall tales abound and exaggeration is an art form. She has a deep and abiding love for her Lord, her family, and salted caramel. And coffee—with a caramel creamer. Author of award-winning books and short stories, she didn’t begin writing professionally until she turned fifty. Taking on a new career every half century is a good thing.
You can connect with Linda around the web:
Facebook: Author Page
Amazon Page: http://dld.bz/LWYAmazonPage
Goodreads: Linda W Yezak
*You can catch the next blogpost for the book launch here.