All posts tagged: joy

Hey Mama, just jump on the trampoline, will you?

“Pleeeeease, Mum!” she says. “Please come jump on the trampoline.” I sigh. It’s the third day running that she’s asked, and each time so far I’ve had a legitimate excuse. I’m cooking dinner, darling. It’s getting dark. We have to go do the groceries, hun. Today, I have no excuse. “C’mon mum, you said you would,” older brother pipes in. Blue puddle eyes pierce me to my very core. I smile. And they hoot, because they know I’ve given in. So we jump around like crazies for the next 20 minutes. I double-bounce them in turns, sending them literally flying into the safety netting… hopefully it’s still safe. I wave at the neighbour mid-air. He grins. And we laugh and squeal and romp like little kids. Which they are and, as my thirty-six-year-old bones (and pelvic floor) remind me, I am not. I actually kinda love it that they enjoy me jumping (and jiggling) with them. And I’m grateful to have the health to be able to do so – when I get over my …

What I Wish I’d Said That Day At That Fancy Restaurant, Eating 8-Courses While in Labour…

I wish I’d done the unthinkable that day.  I wish I’d said poo to social etiquette and spoken what I desperately wanted to. Very loudly. You see, when the labour pangs began, I didn’t really believe them.  We were going out to dinner, a classy restaurant with friends – their shout.  And as the contractions came and went, I gritted my teeth and worked my way through the eight-course banquet. Finally, just after the wok-seared beef fillets with field mushrooms and before the bomb Alaska, I leaned across to my husband and said, “We need to go!” Here’s the way I wish it had unfolded:  I heaved myself to my feet, looked around the now-full restaurant and shrilled in my loudest voice, “We’re going to have our baby!” (clutching my stomach as another contraction took hold). The room first went silent, then erupted in applause as people laughed in shock and delight at our announcement. As we left, people yelled their well-wishes at us. Complete strangers shook our hands and the wait staff helped us …

Joy Beyond Circumstance

Studies tell us that adults laugh an average of 15 times a day. Children rip out a giggle around 300 times a day. I believe it. My 18-month-old turns on his smile like a light switch, and thin air has been known to elicit a laugh. So what happens somewhere between finger-painting and paying bills? When does that easy joy of childhood slip from our grasp? Jesus once said of children, “…the kingdom of God belongs to such as these” (Luke 18:16). There are many things to admire in a child. They know how to trust completely and as a result their joy in life is generally full. Joy is the second fruit of the spirit. Often we think of joy as a response to circumstances, an emotion brought on by good luck or God’s blessing. But its place as one of the nine fruit of the Spirit (Galatians 5:22-23) suggests otherwise. When I trust in God, his joy abides in me despite my circumstances. When I am not trusting in God, joy is dictated by …