Words of Joy

A Heavenly Host Observation

By Joy Nix

A little stressed? Popping Pepcid? Must be Christmastime. You know, the proverbial hustle and bustle, shop ’til you drop, Hallelujah Chorus sing-a-thon, the ding and the dong of the to and fro. You’ve been given a part in the school seasonal soirée, homeroom Mom in charge of 3 children’s Christmas chaos (all at different schools), finally get to... »

The Widow’s Mite

By Joy Nix

Little Axe has mites!! And God wants more!! You mean, you haven’t noticed all those itsy bitsy things lately? Oh, you though C.M. was talking about bugs. (LOL). No, C.M. is talking about the widow’s mites. You know, the kind from the parable. Jesus was teaching those who thought they were giving a lot of money to God.... »

The “Ho-Hum” Conversion

By Joy Nix

Let’s see, where should I start….I was saved when I was 6 years old. Hmmmm…Sounds kinda ho-hum doesn’t it? No bright lights illuminating the moment, no clap of thunder or pounding rain. The enlightenment happened deep, deep, oh deep down down in my heart. When I got saved, God reached down in that dark void and... »

Commitment and Promises

By Joy Nix

Have you every made a serious commitment? Have you kept it? What if we all didn’t keep our commitments? If a parent didn’t commit to rearing their child—that child may be neglected or even die. Over 50% of today’s marriages break the pledge of “till death do us part.” Look where that has gotten us. Athletes could change their minds... »

A Good Name

By Joy Nix

What do you think of when you read these names: Attila the Hun, Jezebel, Sadaam Hussein, Gary Gilmore, Jim Jones, Lizzy Borden, Charles Manson, Monica Lewinski, Delilah. It’s not a pretty picture is it? Some of these names you may not see used again since the name has been so tarnished no one wants their child to... »

Blue Pitchers

By Joy Nix

Once upon a time there were 3 blue pitchers missing from the church kitchen. An all points bulletin had been delivered so the thieves (or forgetful borrowers) could return then. So with red faces and contrite hearts 5 pitchers were returned! Somehow or other the math just didn’t add up. This reminded me of one of God’s... »

On My Way Home

By Joy Nix

On my way home a patchwork of gray before me. Listening to my gentle, quiet memories… humming to some words I don’t remember. Bumpety bump…a thud here and there. Trees rising on both sides my own parting of the waters. The glitter above pushes its way through the throng of blackness. Screech! We stare at each other, respectfully. I for the wonder of nature, ... »

A Silent Season

By Joy Nix

I had no voice except in my heart for a time – a silent season. To be content in bleakest winter impatient for the bursting Spring. Could a heart hold all your praise? It seeps through my pores. I must have your presence to realize full praise lest my heart explode in the... »

Covering Nightly News

By Joy Nix

Havin’ a feel good day everythin’ goin’ my way… …take a load off… dolby stereo…flat screen tv… if only it all was in 3-D …beer…chips…my surplus-store-fatigues safe, secure and comfortably free… This kind of history I’ve just known by the book. Now I’m getting A first hand 48” look. I look at the map and search just to see where in the world these people not free. I don’t understand your way of... »

Living Water

By Joy Nix

Dry, parched, thirsty, dried up. Think back to a time you have been the thirstiest, had the driest mouth, as parched as you have ever been. Makes you thirsty just reading these words doesn’t it? Let me tell you about mine…… I was 13 years old at the time and my best friend and I were horseback riding.... »

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