Not sure if that is a word. Not joy, the other one. Joy is a word.
Joy is a fruit of the Spirit. Joy is what I feel when I worship. Joy is the feeling I get when I'm with friends, especially brothers and sisters in Christ. Joy is not external. Joy is internal. It comes from God, who places it in my heart.
Thanks be to You, O LORD.
My joy sometimes annoys others, who think I'm not being serious enough. They're probably right, but that's no cause to not be joyful.
Mrs. Drysdale is irritated by it, but that's okay. I'm going to spat her on the bottom with my broom. Or my boat paddle. Or whatever I happen to be stirring the lye soap with.
Get thee behind me, joyless person!
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