This is the first year I have some of my baby ornaments on our family tree. Almost all of them are from my grandmother and as I read their inscriptions, I can remember how much joy we brought her. She really did see us a magical beings that brought out that twinkle in her eye. It's amazing to know that this is possible -- our words and presence can elicit joy (sadly, they can also elicit other things, of which I am guilty of, too!). Remembering this inspires me to be a "joy-bringer" to other people, no matter who they are, where they are, or what they do.
How can we be bearers of joy today? How can we bear witness to the coming Christ, no matter
where we are,
who we are,
what happened to us today, or