There is joy running through my veins and I am grateful . I want everyone to feel the joy but I have to rein it in and work it all out because I know there are millions of people in our world that are not experiencing this same joy and I am so sorry that this is indeed a fact.
The homeless, the sad, people in prison, sick people , grieving people , the list is infinitive and I cannot dwell on this fact , for to do so would add to the cup of misery that is evident in our world. I can however feel their pain and acknowledge that it is there.
I know this is not enough and this knowing is creeping in to my veins alongside the joy; challenging that joy to take some action . So tomorrow alongside my preparations of making my home a welcome place for Christmas visitors I shall try to find some way to make a difference in the lives of those that do not have the same joy running through their veins as I find I have at this time of year.
I do not have to travel far in order to bring joy to others that are not experiencing it; neither do I have to visit prisons or hospitals; there are many around me that are sad , grieving, in the prison of loneliness or depression .
There are many that a little time spent with; may ,for a little while; feel a little joy seeping through their veins and this is all that many of us can hope to achieve as we go about our daily lives.
Sometimes when I was younger I would spend time as a volunteer in different areas , this work was always so rewarding but I must admit for me it was easier to do sometimes than to be that same volunteer in my own community , indeed in my own family .
As I have aged I am aware that it is the little things that we do in our own families and communities to help each other that are often the hardest things to do , they are not glamorised neither do they make headlines but they do not go without notice to those to whom we reach out to or maybe sometimes they do .
Does it matter? I don’t think so; because in reaching out; we are balancing those two cups a little; the cup of misery and injustice must be balanced with the cup of joy and dignity and justice or else their will be winners and losers and at this time of year or indeed at any time of year I don’t want to be a winner at the expense of someone’s misery.
Don’t get me wrong I want joy but I do feel that joy brings with it a duty to try and bring the gift to others. This gifting of joy can often be a hard tool to master and I know that often the gift may be thrown back at us but it is surely at these times that our gifting is truly authentic and full of meaning and it is perhaps when this happens that the scales are balanced .