I’ve Got The Joy…

When I was a little girl, I remember singing that song, “I’ve got the joy, joy, joy, joy, down in my heart.”  It was such a cheerful tune and lighted up my soul as I sang along with all my friends and we clapped our hands in the happiness of the moment.  Can you recall a time like that in your life, when your face hurt because you were smiling  so hard, but you just couldn’t stop?  Or has time erased some of what was once so easy to bring to mind?  It isn’t hard these days to lose sight of our inner child, the one who craves the simple sound of a song.  So here, I hope you’ll find a pocket full of joy to fill your day with just enough of that tune to see you through whatever is your need.  Stop for a moment.  Breathe deeply.  And soon, you may be singing of joy as well.

From My Window – Joy

Today is a day like no other day in the history of the world. And do you know why? Because there has been no day like it since before the earth was created. And there will not be another one like it again. Ever.
So what does this mean to you and me? That this is a unique opportunity we need to grab ahold and run with! We can celebrate March 2, 2015, because it is! Set off fireworks of creativity: write that book, that blog, that poem or short story. Paint that picture, sculpt that sculpture. Take that photograph.

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This is the view from my front window, which also happens to be our motorhome. I love this from so many levels. I have the possibility of ever-moving vistas, I have a beautiful view, fodder for writing ideas, and so much more! For today’s celebration, I have something as simple as gorgeous blue skies and crystal blue water that lie out in front of me, granting my eyes a smorgasbord of happiness right outside my door.
What are You going to celebrate on this awesome day?
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Happy Birthday, James! Here’s to Joy

This is a departure from my regular posts. Here, I write a very personal letter that I would like to share with you, one, I think, my son will be very happy to receive.

Dear Son,

Happy Birthday! I hope you are celebrating where you are, with your grandparents, your great-grandparents, and Aunt Margie and Uncle John. And of course, all our ancestors whom you have so diligently taught the gospel over these past – almost – twenty years. It shows in the amount of names I’ve been able to take or send to the temple. You honor your name, and you honor your priesthood.

And yes, we can’t forget your brother. Your life wasn’t complete here without Junior. I’m certain it would be the same there. I can just see him now, trying to set things up where there will be some sort of surprise.

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Well, I have a surprise of my own. For me, this is the year of letting go. I’m letting go of my depression Letting go of my fears. Of what has held me back for all these years. And yes, my dear, I’m letting go of you.

I’m finally letting you go to do the things, whatever they may be, that you need to do. You don’t need to worry about me any longer. I am well taken care of. You knew that the day you died. I did, too. But I’ve been so caught up in grief all these years, so afraid that if I let go, I’d be letting go of love. That I’d be saying, in a way, that I loved you less.

But that’s not it at all. In fact, it’s freeing. I can grow. And so can you And isn’t that what love is all about?

And so, my son, my love, my light, I am finally saying what I should have said a long time ago.

Until we meet again,

Goodbye for now.

I love you forever,

Mom

What have you to say that you have left unsaid?

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Birds! A Pocketful of Joy

Here are a couple of photos of some of the birdlife where I live.

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I just took a walk one day and started shooting!

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Maybe now you can see why I love this place so much. Even if you don’t like birds close by, perhaps you may at least appreciate them in nature.

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Do you have a favorite way to enjoy the nature God created?
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Me and My New Life… A Pocketful of Joy

Just to introduce you to me and my new life. My name is Betty Chatham Horn, and I write books. I started this blog to chronicle my book-writing journey, but it took on a life of its own. Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, it’s just much different than what I originally imagined it would be.
But that’s much like my life. I had carefully laid out plans. I was going to graduate from college before I ever considered marriage. And then we would be equal partners in every way (whatever that meant).
Yeah. Right. Then I fell in love and didn’t even graduate from high school. With a 3.8 GPA. That’s what loving the wrong man will do to you. I won’t go into the details, because that was almost 40 years ago. And a lot has happened since then.
I want to talk about now. About this.

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This is the view from my front window. This is what I get to wake up to every morning.
And this.

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This is me in front of our new (to us) home. I fell in love with it and I still love it every day!
And then there’s this.

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That’s me on my new recumbent trike! Another thing I have fallen for! They are so fun!
So, what kinds of joys do you have in your days? What makes your life new today?

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Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers – Feb 18 2015 A Pocketful of Joy

The Bookstore

Dawn H. Miller, Copyright.
Dawn H. Miller, Copyright.

Judy could tell it was going to be another long, hot summer. And now with Roger deployed to Iraq, she was left alone once again, babies crying, toddler teething. She cracks the window to get some air, as if to breathe some life into her long, tedious day of bottles and baby wipes.

Lately she’s heard rumors that the bookstore is going to close. And she prays it isn’t so. It’s her refuge, her escape. It’s where she meets her friends, Longfellow and Keats and Hemingway and Fitsgerald.  And it’s the only place she can bring her kids and no one cares.

But babies whimper and allay her worrying for awhile.

115 words, not including title.

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Songs of Joy

When I was about 12 years old, I thought I discovered a hymn. I fell in love with this piece and went around the house singing it (possibly) to distraction.

Then one day, my mother told me it didn’t bother her that I sang the song all the time, because it was one her own mother used to sing around her house all the time!

This was a grandmother whom I never knew. My siblings all knew her, but I was the baby of the family and she died before I had the chance.

After that,  I sang the hymn with abandon. Not only was I doing what I loved most, which was to sing praises to my Savior, Jesus Christ, but I felt a connection with a grandmother whom I had only previous vague reminders of at best.  And the hymn?

Blessed Assurance

Blessed Assurance

Jesus is mine!

Oh, What a foretaste

Of Glory Divine!

Heir of Salvation

Purchase of God

Born of His Spirit

Washed in His Blood!

This is my story, this is my song!

Praising my Savior all the day long!

This is my story, this is my song!

Praising my Savior all the day long!

What songs of joy do you have to sing about? What family treasures come to you through the gift of song?

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