How Joy Fuels Resilience

“Joy is the oxygen for doing hard things in the world.” -Gary Haugen

I was listening to a podcast one day as I drove and I heard these words. I reached quickly for the pause button and released the breath that had seized in my lungs.

“Joy is the oxygen for doing hard things in the world.”

Do you ever hear a phrase or idea that just makes you hit pause on your inner dialogue?

I repeated the words out loud, mulling them over, contemplating the feel of them on my lips.

“Joy is the oxygen for doing hard things in the world.”

The man who said this is Gary Haugen. He is the founder and CEO of the International Justice Mission. His work to help “the least of these” in the most dire and unjust of circumstances forces him to come face to face with sin, exploitation, and brokenness every single day. He says that no one can do that kind of work without attending to their own souls; without coming up for air.

And this air he speaks of?

It’s joy.

“Joy is the oxygen for doing hard things.”

He and his colleagues force themselves to be intentional about laughter and silliness. This is not to ignore the devastation that they see and know all too well, but instead to sustain their engagement with it

Oxygen for the hard – that seems to be the elusive chase I am on.

My parents gifted me the name “Joy” as my middle name, mirroring my mother’s own middle name. Twenty-five years later I would bestow the same name on my own sweet daughter, adding it to the two names she’d already been given by her biological mother.

In general, I consider myself to be a joyful person – one who carries optimism and positivity and sees the world in that glass-half-full sort of perspective. But the last few years have brought deep fear, deep grief and deep pain that have challenged that inner baseline.

Joy, at times, has felt like sand sifting between my fingers. Something I just can’t quite hold on to.

Sometimes the thought of joy has felt like betrayal. How do you hold both grief and joy in your hands simultaneously?

But this joy is the fuel that allows us to sustain and continue engaging in the beautiful, heart-breaking, messiness of the life and world we find ourselves in.

It’s what fuels our resilience – our ability to get back up, keep going, try again.

So how do we seek out joy in our lives?

  1. Presence – we live in a world that is obsessed with moving faster, further, quicker. It takes intentionality to choose to sit in the present moment and notice what is going on around us and inside of us. I am convinced that slowing down to notice the present moment and engage it propels us toward joy. Letting go of both past and present allows us to be fully alive in ways that we rarely experience. Present moment awareness invites us to see beauty, to acknowledge our own emotions and to get off the hamster wheel. Notice the sunlight filtering through the trees, the sticky hands tucked inside your own, the swell of the music, the flicker of the firelight. Notice the way your breathing slows when you close your eyes. Notice and name the emotions you are experiencing and give them space to be before rushing past them or pushing them away.

2. Gratitude – More and more studies offer evidence that practising gratitude can radically shift our hormonal levels, physical and spiritual health and resiliency. Gratitude rejects the scarcity mentality that screams we are not enough, that we don’t have enough, that we need to conserve and protect our resources, time and energy to survive. Gratitude embraces enoughness, abundance and rest. It sits smack in the middle of the hard, looks up and hunts for the gift of a breath, a sunny day, a tender moment. It’s a gateway to joy.

3. Play – as children, we intuitively knew the pathway to joy was through play. But somehow, as grown ups, we think this has changed. Joy must be found through productivity or efficiency and play is something for children or something reserved for a few scarce hours of the week. Play beckons us to lay aside the measuring sticks and qualifiers and should haves and invites us to enter into curiosity, delight and adventure. Choosing to play as an adult can feel like a bit of a revolution. Am I even allowed to play? Shouldn’t I be doing something better right now? What would it look like for you to choose to play today? When is the last time you did something that was really fun? Do you like to participate in sports? Paint? Ride horses? Swim? Dance? Life is heavy and hard and just a lot – but play makes it feel just a little lighter.

4. Curiosity – I believe that asking questions, wondering and taking a stance of humility gives us access to joy. Again, as children we didn’t presume to know it all or have it all figured out. We asked questions. We wondered. We went exploring and hypothesized and experimented. On a recent hike on the forest trail near our home, we met a man with a woven basket in hand hunting for mushrooms. I watched my son’s eyes as he learned words like posporous and fungus and broke apart a small poisonous puffball that emitted a dark, cloudy substance. Did you know there are mushrooms that turn leathery when dried and can be formed into hats? Did you know that mushrooms are neither plants nor animals but take in oxygen in a way that makes them more similiar to an animal than a plant? For the next leg of our hike my son’s eyes scanned the tree trunks, mossy fallen logs and wet undergrowth for signs of mushrooms. He lit up with curiosity. Carrying the weight of knowledge is heavy. I know it feels like everyone else has this life thing all figured out. I know you feel like everyone else in the room knows the answers. I know that living under the eye of expectations makes you feel like you need to show up with answers, strategies and expertise. But who is asking you to know all these things? What if we were never meant to carry all this knowledge? We are over-informed, over-stimulated and over-educated with a giant suitcase of anxiety to show for it. What if there is freedom and joy found in the words “I don’t know.” What if we sat back and let ourselves sit in the curiosity for a moment before we rush to google for answers. As we follow our curiosity, we will find ourselves learning new things and growing in ways we never anticipated.

5. Abide – In the book of Nehemiah we find a verse that says, “Do not grieve, for the joy of the Lord is your strength.” In context, this verse is found in chapter 8, after the walls of Jerusalem have been reassembled and the exiled peoples have been brought back together. As the Law of Moses is read before the people, they begin to weep and mourn. They see their sin and shortcomings and they are grieving all that has gone awry in the story of God’s chosen people. But Ezra and the Levites encourage the people to calm themselves, go their way and rejoice in the holiness of this day. “Eat the fat and drink sweet wine and send portions to anyone who has nothing ready, for this day is holy to our Lord. And do not be grieved, for the joy the of the Lord is your strength.” (Nehemiah 8:10) There is a time for repentance and mourning and fasting and lent…but ultimately this is not where our hope and strength lie! Our hope, our strength, our joy is found in abiding in Christ. His joy is one that can ground us amidst the darkest of chapters.

“Joy is the oxygen for doing hard things in the world.”

What does your hard look like right now?

What feels heavy?

Where are you counting your resources or capacity and coming up short?

Have you considered how you might be able to infuse JOY into your present reality?

Not to dismiss the hard.

Not to try to white knuckle your way through a difficult season.

Not to minimize the grief or the fear or the brokenness of the world.

No, the purpose of this JOY is to find strength and endurance!

Strength to keep going; to keep investing in the hard spaces, the challenging relationships, the slow, meticulous work of tearing down the lies and seeking truth.

You need oxygen, friend.

You need a steady source of nourishment and hydration that will sustain you through every last leg of the journey.

Some might call this self care.

Some might call this inner work or the building of resilience.

Today we’re calling it oxygen and we’re tracing it’s source back to joy.

Presence, gratitude, play, curiosity and abiding.

“You make known to me the path of life; in your presence there is fullness of joy.” Psalm 16:

The Cross, Chocolate Eggs & the Resurrection

Then we come to this weekend,

Spring still making its shy debut.

Snow is still heaped against the shadowed places beside the fence and ice covers the tops of the puddles that the sun melted yesterday.

The lawn is brown and yellowed, the trees bare; life beneath the ground holds its breath waiting for the sun’s warmth to signal that it is time.

“Truly, truly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit.”  John 12:24

We wake up Good Friday to the sky cold and dreary.  All day it changes back and forth from cloudy to sunny to cloudy again.  It cannot decide whether its a day of light or darkness, and our hearts agree.

So much grief; so much joy.

So much loss; so much gain.

Pain in the midst of victory; the greatest sacrifice to accomplish the greatest rescue mission the world has ever known.

“He was pierced for our transgressions; he was crushed for our iniquities; upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace, and by his wounds we are healed.” Isaiah 53:5

We do our Easter hunt a day early, scavenger clues scrawled on colourful pieces of paper.

They shriek and run eagerly with buckets banging by their sides.

Their eyes light with joy at each new discovery.

The chocolate is sweet and sticky on my tongue.

Mmm.  So good.

And I wish that all of life was this sweet and perfectly mesmerizing.

But they tear into packages and leave bits of paper and cardboard all over the counter, knocking each other over in their haste.

I prickle with irritation and the magic of it all starts to dissipate.

The sugar high brings chaos and silliness and fighting naps and I get frustrated at it all.

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And its this.

It’s for this that I needed that cross.

Impatience, sarcasm, frustration and pride.

My sin glares ugly in our faces and rips and tears at what wants to be whole.

We are only humans and we feel it oh so real.

“For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, and are justified by his grace as a gift, through the redemption that is in Christ Jesus.”  Romans 3:11

We cling to that hope in our brokenness.

Because of the gift; that cross so crude and unlovely,

We are justified!

We are whole and spotless and beautifully redeemed.

Because of death, yes…

But also because of Life!

“In Christ shall all be made alive.” I Corinthians 15:22

“Death is swallowed up in victory.  Oh death, where is your victory?  O death, where is your sting?”  1 Corinthians 15:54-55

Tomorrow is Sunday!

Resurrection Day.

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We will put on our dresses and buttoned shirts and pretty hair bows.

We will smile and rejoice as we sing the victorious songs.

Songs of hope.

Songs of promise.

Songs of light and love.

We are not lost.

We are not doomed to break under the weight of all our shortcomings.

We are redeemed!

We’ve been rescued and scooped up into the palm of a Hand so gentle and nurturing.

“In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of his grace, which he lavished upon us.” Ephesians 1:7-8

Chosen to be the recipient of lavish grace.

Lavish.

And so, it is Easter.

So much grief; so much joy.

So much loss; so much gain.

Pain in the midst of victory.

The greatest sacrifice to accomplish the greatest rescue mission the world has ever known.

~AF

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gratitude

For months now I’ve been trying to find my way to words.

Words to share the feelings that have been pulsing through my veins and the journey that’s been reorienting my heart.

Try as I might I couldn’t find the clarity to scrawl it out.

Then this morning…

blonde ponytail flopping as she trotted along behind me,

it came.

And I hear it, clear as a bell.

We were cleaning, because we have a house showing at noon.  Oh and how that’s been woven through this story as well…our home, our little love nest, for sale.  Where we’ve laughed, where we’ve cried, where we’ve become a family.  Evidence of calloused hands’ careful work all around me.  Memories written…sometimes literally…on the bright, oh so bright, walls.

She’s singing as she tidies books, folds the big orange Daddy shirts, sucks up all the little rocks with the vacuum.

Show us, show us your glory, Lord!

I pause.

To breathe.

To take it in,

the sight of my Little busy with her helping hands to make Mommy smile while she warbles out the worship song she heard earlier.

Show us, show us your glory, Lord!

She sings it over and over again.

I hear her now, still, as she’s putting on her shoes and running out to play.

Show us, show us your glory, Lord!

And I realize…

He has.

He has shown me his glory.

He has come to this messy life of mine and shown me the glory that He wants me to see.  In Him, in this life, and yes, even in me.

Through the frustrating, disappointing real estate ventures.  The complete exhaustion of the dreary winter months as I tread water desperately to stay afloat.  Homeschooling, night feedings, dishes and laundry piles and always always the hands and hearts grasping for my time and attention.

Through the disillusionment, despair and drowning weight of sin.  Written all over my heart, my family, my home and my words.  Oh, my words.  Biting, begging, sharp as nails words that cut us all apart and leave the blood marks.

Through the silence, the unknown, the black hours of waiting and wondering and hoping.

Show us, show us your glory, Lord!

Begging, pleading I came to Him.  Show me your glory, Lord!

And He did.

He really did.

As we studied a book on gratitude at church with the women’s group,

as I picked up Ann Voskamp’s One Thousand Gifts

as I opened up my heart to vulnerability and trust and faith.

Faith.

The glory shone in.

And now, I’m seeing it and breathing it and smiling it each day.

Choosing gratitude as I follow Ann’s lead and start my list of 1000 Gifts.

Chubby baby cheeks, smooth and soft.  

Quiet Time – my sweet reprieve.

Bagels with cream cheese and butter melting on my tongue.

Early Spring tree buds – bright green and fresh

Birds singing before dawn

Rainy mornings

Clean, white sheets – peaceful and cool on my skin

A change of plans

A gentle finger, tucking stray hair behind my ear.  My girl made all of care.

A chance encounter

My husband’s smile – melting me to my soul

Fresh eggs

Lilacs in full bloom

Sleepy morning eyes coming down the stairs and shuffling slipper feet

Free education

New pajama pants

Worship music in the morning

Novels

An encouraging, fun home school group

Two becoming one flesh

A truly remarkable social worker

Sparkling eyes that brim joy contagious

Steady baby milestone achievements

Backyard BBQ’s

My sweet neighbour in her pajamas in the early morning dew

Suddenly, I can see.

And His glory is all around us.

And she’s still singing.

Show us, show us your glory, Lord!

I realize how great and vast He is and I have to bow and adore.

So much glory, in all the mundane.

So much beauty in all the sacrifice.

Gratitude.

AF