I still remember when I was working at Pfaltzgraff in high school, and one day my dad stopped in and my manager stopped to chat. She said that I was a "joy" to work with, and my dad replied "that's her middle name"... and a deep association was made.
Ever since I learned the depth and meaning of 'joy,' (especially when my dad passed and I found what real joy was--"sorrow and love mingled down" creates it) I've wanted to continue living up to it. My parents couldn't have known what a blessing this name would be nearly 20.5 years ago, but every time I hear someone describe me by the word "joy," it's like God's gift to me. He's saying over and over again,
Yes, Betsy. You are my Joy. And you are doing a good job of it--other people see it, too.
Lots has changed. Another season of my life has ended with the semester. In some ways (namely, academically) this semester was an easy one. In other ways, it couldn't have been more difficult. But Grace has been present throughout, and God has remained faithful to me. So I'll be faithful to Him. It's the least I can do as I rest in His goodness. If this is the road I'm walking, I'll skip down it. I can still celebrate, and there is still joy.
Betsy Joy
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betsy, you truly are joy to be around =) i'm looking forward to the coming months as we're able to rebuild the connection we've shared for so long. it'll be good to see you more often =)
congrats on making it through another semester! are you done with exams now? I hear you are going to Colorado for Christmas or already there! When are you coming back? Have a great time, I'm jealous, and say hi to Linde for me!
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