Joy Stealers
As I sat on my deck drinking my first cup of coffee(oh, I'll need more!!) and after finishing quiet time with the Lord, I began to think about writing of joy. Not just joy, but the stealing of it. I wondered what kind of picture I could use from our mountain life to illustrate, and came across this picture of a little thief in one of my bird feeders. This pesky fella is definitely a joy stealer; the birds don't like him and neither do I. He steals the joy of me watching the birds when he and his family quickly empty the feeder. While this pest can be shooed off the feeder most of the time, I find it much harder to fight against another joy stealer by the name of satan. If satan is firing his fiery darts at us, then I'd like to think that we're probably doing something right for God. I'm okay with that....I guess. But when he can convince others to start shooting those fiery darts, in the form of gossip, nasty comments about you and your family, etc., it's