Defiant Joy is the sweet child of radical Trust and unwavering Faith. She was well thought about and prayed for. She was formed in the empty and dark places of trials and uncertainty when radical Trust and unwavering Faith passionately united. She grew by latching onto the placenta of hope. Faith doesn’t feel her for quite some time. She wonders if that’s how it is with everyone. She asks around if that’s normal.
Soon, out of nowhere a flutter. Faith stops at the track to see if that’s what it was. Then another kick. Faith cherished every time defiant Joy moved within her. She places her hand on the womb which now stretched to occupy most of her middle, and tuned in hard to feel defiant joy. How did this miracle happen? In the midst of the trials and uncertainties, this sure is giving me a reason to hold on. “Soon, my eyes shall see her! ” exclaimed Faith. day Faith feels her inside crushing. A powdering of her strength, a churning of her life. There is unpleasantness. Faith feels her bones and muscles squeezing and she gasps for breath. “Why do I have to labor for defiant joy?” She wonders.
One fateful day Faith feels her inside crushing. A powdering of her strength, a churning of her life. There is unpleasantness. Faith feels her bones and muscles squeezing and she gasps for breath. “Why do I have to labor for defiant joy?” She wonders.
The labor is long, the labor is painful. Faith comes close to giving up. Every contraction of anxiety takes her breath away and sends her into a panic to find the next one. And then, as though the drum rolls of a Captain on a Roman warship picks up speed to keep the hands of the slaves oaring with all they got, to charge thru the raging sea, the anxious contractions become closer and closer. Faith has no more life and she screams in pain. Her cry echoes thru the hall of fame. Defiant Joy makes her way down and sits in the birth canal of hopelessness. She sees a light at the end of the tunnel and she wishes only if her mother could push.
Someone puts their hands around faith and whispers into her ears, “push, Faith, push!” Faith lies in unbelievable pain with a cloud of witnesses urging her not to give up, defiant joy is almost here. “We see her honey, we see her… she is here, don’t give up, breathe…push”
A faint cry. A shriek. A release of solid life pushing open the burning rings of hopelessness, Defiant joy has arrived!
Faith closes her eyes, tears streaming down her face. “It was not possible for me, it took a miracle along every step of the way.” She was thankful for all the anxiety that loosened the grips od hopelessness, she was thankful for the trials and uncertainties that brought trust and faith to unite in passion, she was thankful for the clouds of witnesses that whispered the words when she gave up.
Defiant Joy, by your birth you defied many odds. You were much sought after!