Carol Round on Don’t Let Anyone Steal Your Joy

“You make known to me the path of life; in your presence there is fullness of joy; at your right hand are pleasures forevermore”—Psalm 16:11 (ESV).

One of my favorite YouTube videos is of children singing a Zach Williams’ song titled “Old Church Choir.” What makes the video so special is the actions of one youngster who steals the show. She seems oblivious to those around her, reveling in the lyrics as she dances to the music.

Part of the song’s lyrics follow:

There’s revival, and it’s spreading
Like a wildfire in my heart
A Sunday morning, Hallelujah
And it’s lasting all week long

Can you hear it?
Can you feel it?
It’s the rhythm of a gospel song
Oh once you choose it, you can’t lose it
There ain’t nothing, there ain’t nothing gonna steal my joy.

Watching the video, it’s obvious the girl doesn’t care who’s watching or what they’re thinking. She’s singing and dancing for the Lord.

Where Can We Find Joy?

Stepping out onto my deck one recent summer evening, I was enchanted by the flashing lights of fireflies as they danced around in the dusk. I’d not seen that many since I was a child. Even my dog was fascinated. He remained outside for over an hour, sitting quietly, and watching the twinkling lights.

Watching those fireflies brought delight for several reasons. First, they reminded me how much God loves us. He has created such diversity in creation, no artist or inventor can easily replicate.

Second, the appearance of these mysterious insects that evening brought back memories of capturing them in jars when I was a child. We’d poke holes in the lids and set them by our bedside at night to watch them glow in the dark. Lying in my dark bedroom, the flashing lights reminded me of God’s protection.

The Joys of Being a Child

 As a child, I can recall other times I delighted in the simplicity of God’s amazing creation. I could spend hours searching for four-leaf clovers or creating necklaces by intertwining the stems.

I felt a sense of wonder while climbing into the boughs of a Mimosa tree. Getting lost among its graceful silky leaves and flowers, I delighted in hiding from the world.

The world and its trappings, even in the 50s and 60s, held no long-term value for my curious mind. Only the simple pleasures of God’s creation brought such satisfaction.

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SOURCE: Assist News, Carol Round