Joy is...

...friends who just show up;

surprise me;

know my needs.

Joy is cooking and preparing for the second Sweetheart Banquet on a cold Saturday morning when out of nowhere, these three beautiful friends show up with picnic basket in hand.

They knew where to find me.

What matters to me matters to them.

They gave of their time and their very lives.

Joy is spreading our picnic out on the stage; enjoying one another and being filled...

physically...

emotionally...

spiritually.

Thank You, Father, for these sisters of my heart. Thank You that neither time nor distance can erase the memories we share.