When I think of all He has done for me, I get excited. My joy is upside down and over the top.

Some days you have to wring it like an old dish rag to get any joy out of life. Squeeze on!

Probably the single hardest thing to do is to own our own joy. So many times we give into mood-of-the-day. If everyone around me is happy, I am happy. If everyone around me is sad, I am sad.

If no one in your circle of influence has joy, does that mean you don’t have joy?

God gives us a Joy that is built on Hope and Love. Own it. Write it in your own handwriting

Sometimes my joy is down low. I am so consumes with all of the other things happening in my life, I forget about it. I don’t dwell on it when I should. Those are times when I think about the things I can’t control.

But I serve an awesome God. He usually sends me something to remind me of what I believe.

It is a feeling of great pleasure and happiness. True joy comes from God. Sometimes mine is low key because there are so many things in the world that could steal it. It blends in, but it is one of the big things in my life.

My worship moves from the inside out. It has all of my flourish because it is personal. It reflects who I am. I sing loud and wave my hands. I praise. I enjoy the presence of the Lord. Because when He shows up, nothing else matters.

Mine rises and falls according to what I put into it. I love to lift my hands because it feels as though I am reaching for my God, the subject of it. I love it when I can throw off what ever is on me and go before my God. I love to worship.

I lift my hands in worship.

It is something that is visible that shows adoration for God. In its best place, it is pure. And I often offer it praying it is acceptable to Him.

It connects me to God