I think I am a pretty joyful person. I even called a friend to double check so I wouldn't be making a fool of myself by putting that in my post. And as we were discussing this whole joy thing I realized that I pretty much live in a bubble. Those were actually her words, but she was right. (I love friends who love you enough to be completely honest.)
I am very fortunate that I accepted Christ at an early age (7) and even though I would spend years not understanding how to continue past that initial step and making many missteps, God always protected his prodigal daughter waiting for her to come home. I see after this weeks homework, it's not so much that I am not joyful as I am not joyful for the reasons I really should be.
Considering what my life has been like, (by that I mean pretty easy) I should be standing on my roof every morning at 7am shouting about the good news of Jesus Christ. I should be one of those people that others look at and think, "I want what she's got." For me it has got to get past the joy I have because God has blessed me, but the joy that comes from God having saved me--from life, from death, from hell. (definitely don't want to go there.) I seem to take God for granted all to often. I'm so used to seeing him in the earthquake and great miracle that I often miss him when he comes in a gentle whisper--like my daily housework.
I need to have a life filled with joy simply because of the grace to God who wrote my name in his book from the beginning of time. I have loved God for a long time now, and he has loved me for even longer.