I wrote this on November 7 and for some reason never posted it. Reading back over it, I like it :) So I'll let you read it, too:

There is so much I want to tell the world, so much I want the people inhabiting it to know and understand. Yet I can rarely think of the words or take hold of an opportunity or think of what one thing a person most needs to hear first.

Lately, I have been learning about the beauty of God and of genuine joy. I first learned about real joy a few years ago when I realized that I had it. It was this feeling, this sense and presence that could carry me through struggle and pain and rainy days with a smile on my face and a glow in my heart. That is how I describe joy. Insufficient, I know.