Joy

The smell of cinnamon diffuses through the room from the pie baking in the oven.  Dirty dishes clutter the counter.  The chill of the fall air seeps around the window.  Trees bare, beautifully pointing up to their maker.  Music filters from the background to the forefront of my thoughts as I watch her dance.  And I stop to dance with her.

Praise the Lord.  Praise God in his sanctuary; praise him in his mighty heavens.  Praise him for his acts of power; praise him for his surpassing greatness.  Praise him with the sounding of the trumpet, praise him with the harp and lyre, praise him with tambourine and dancing, praise him with the strings and flute,  praise him with the clash of cymbals, praise him with resounding cymbals.  Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.  Praise the Lord. - Psalm 150:1-6

God saw all that he had made, and it was very good. - Genesis 1:31

There is such joy and beauty in all you've created!  Your goodness surrounds me.  I see your beauty in her smile and in the barren tree.  I hear you joy in song and in the wind that laps against the window.  I dance before you - You fill me with your joy.

God fill me up!  I praise you for your goodness and your grace.  May my life bring you honor and glory.  Continue to bless me.  May I recognize your beauty and have your joy in all circumstances.