When we lay the soil of our hard lives open to the rain of grace and let joy penetrate our cracked and dry places, let joy soak into our broken skin and deep crevices, life grows. How can this not be the best thing for the world? For us?

Stress isn't only a joy stealer. The way we respond to it can be sin.

The brave who focus on all things good and all things beautiful and all things true, even in the small, who give thanks for it and discover joy even in the here and now, they are the change agents who bring fullest Light to all the world.

Joy is the realest reality, the fullest life, and joy is always given, never grasped. God gives gifts and I give thanks and I unwrap the gift given: joy.

Is the height of my chara joy dependent on the depths of my eucharisteo thanks?

True saints know that the place where all the joy comes from is far deeper than that of feelings; joy comes from the place of the very presence of God. Joy is God and God is joy and joy doesn't negate all other emotions - joy transcends all other emotions.

Jesus is not merely useful; He's ultimately beautiful. When I see Jesus as merely useful, it's tempting to want to make Him move my world. When I see He's beautiful, it's the heart that's moved, and this begins to change my world. When Jesus is only useful, He's a gadget or pill to make life better. But when Jesus is seen as truly beautiful, He's a joy that makes us live better...love better.

Awe ignites joy because it makes us bend the knee.

When we lay the soil of our hard lives opened the rain of grace and let Joy permeate our cracked and dry places, let joy soak into our broken skin and deep crevices, life grows. How can this not be the best thing for the world? for us? The clouds open when we mouth thanks. p. 58