What is joy, but the surge of present tense? It is to be present to oneself in the holy minutes of God's today; to live aware; to praise; to thank.
It is to sing; to dance; to give grace; to rest; to be joyful is to live in humble obedience to God; to revel in salvation. "Waste not a single instant; be like the bird who finds enough to rejoice over! And say, 'What joy, what joy!'"
Is it not to stand among the blowing leaves? They release and fly in a bluster; their yellow stark on the dewy turf; their orange flaming out from the ashen bark; their red searing the misty morning.
This, this joy! It rises in moments we too often allow to pass. No reveling, no praising. We miss joy as it dances away on the tumbling air.
How do you mingle with the Divine? Is it not in the moments of leaves; in their power to pause reality; in their power to tickle the child within your withering bones?
There is at work a concurrence, of God and man, the Divine working in and through the moments of physical beauty. Do we not feel this concurrence in our souls? Do we not feel the pull on the end of the line, tugging us into repose?
Today, pause with the blowing, respose with the falling, revel in the moment and find the delight of your salvation. And what is that delight? It is the joy found in new eyes. Eyes to see into the wind; eyes to feel the power of leaves; eyes to behold the glory and wonder of the Divine moving in each moment of each day.
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"Timothy Willard is quickly becoming one of my favorite writers. His poetic words and soul-reaching insights leave me longing for more--more beauty, more depth, more Jesus, which is exactly what this book offers."
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Tim's authored four books, including the children's book Shine So Bright and the critically acclaimed Veneer: Living Deeply in a Surface Society. He studied beauty in the works of C.S. Lewis for his PhD under Alister McGrath. When he's not scratching poetry, or chasing the scholar's craft, you can find him carving up the trails of the nearest national forest on his Salsa El Mariachi 29er.
He lives in Charlotte, North Carolina with his wife and three pixie-daughters, and two acres of Great Horned Owls.