It’s Week 3 of the Joy in 100 Words Guest Series. There has been a great response to these posts. If you’re just joining the fun here is what it is; I challenged my fellow writer friends to write about Joy using only 100 Words. They accepted my challenge and came up with some incredible responses. I hope you enjoy their posts this week as much as I did!
Joy All Around Us
Red and gold leaves releasing themselves to the winter.
The wail of an infant at the Christmas Eve service.
Joy is all around us if we slow down enough to hear and see it.
Stephanie Clinton is the creator of Hugs, Kisses and Snot where she is a writer, blogger and doer of mom-things. Online you will find her musing about faith, family, humor and making her home a happy (if not sometimes frantic) place. In real life you will find her volunteering in her children’s school, her community and her church.
Joy in your Calling
Have you found your calling?
It’s probably right in front of you.
Your calling is what you do well, what others notice you do well, what you enjoy.
As soon as I kicked perfectionism and comparison to the curb, I embraced my calling and found my joy.
As soon as I recognized that my gifts were unique and valuable, I started using them for good each day.
I’ve found my calling in being a wife, mom, writer and advocate.
I’ve found my joy in being a unique creation of the King.
Where will you find your joy, friend?
Lauren Flake lives near Austin, Texas, with her husband, two little girls and two rowdy Labs. She loves green tea, dark chocolate and cowboy boots and writes about her Christ-filled journey as a wife, mom and Alzheimer’s daughter at Love of Dixie.
Joy Is A Bowl Of Pasta
Ask 100 people to define comfort food and you’re likely to get 100 different answers. If you hail from the south, it will probably evoke images of biscuits and casseroles. For someone from Delhi, it may be curried fish and naan. My most sentimental meal is angel hair pasta with butter, garlic and cheap parmesan cheese. It was a dish borne out of a deeper poverty than I realized, but it filled our stomachs then, and my feeds my soul now. My mom left this earth too soon, but her recipe continues to feed me – one bowl of pasta at a time.