Momma Joy in the making

Joy in the big things

And the little things

The happy things

And the hurtful things

Joy in the wee hours of the night putting a toddler back to bed

And in the late afternoon when I'm running on fumes

Joy when I feel like parenting is too big of a burden

And when it fits like a glove

Joy when my marriage is rocky

And when we're grossly in puppy dog love

Joy in the morning 

And at kids bedtime {because what parent can't find joy then?!}

Joy in the desert

And joy in the sunshine

Joy because He made me.

Joy because He made them.

Joy because in all things, even when it all doesn't make sense, He is here, all around. Present. 

I may never be an intentional woman, I am a pretty scatterbrained one, He is intentional. Always. Never failing.