I sing this song every year at Christmas time. Joy to the world. And I stop and I ask myself, “Am I allowing the JOY that is Christmas flood my heart as I prepare to receive Him?”
Let every heart prepare Him room.
My heart gets cluttered at times. Some days I am afraid to look deeper, for fear of what I might really see. It’s hard to look beyond the places where moth and rust are set on destroying. The places where I have neglected to bring nourishment. And in the cluttered mess that is often my heart, I find that there is no room for Him to abide. He cannot remain in a cluttered heart. And when He’s not there, joy is not found.
Am I making room in my heart for the birth of a King, one who came to fill my heart with Joy?
I do not want to give in to the stress and weight of what this world has to offer. I do not want my heart to be filled with soil that is not prepared to receive life. I want to receive Jesus, again and again. Over and over again I must invite Him to come. I need Thee every hour! He wants to flood my heart with joy everlasting, for He alone is the giver of joy. This world holds only momentary pleasures. The pleasures that He brings are eternal.
I must prepare my heart to receive Him, by making room for Him to dwell.
Today I am digging a little deeper, peering behind doors in my heart which have been closed, slammed shut, broken off their hinges, locked. I’m letting go of fear, allowing Him to come.
“Will You come, Lord Jesus, and abide in these musty places in my heart.
these places where moth and rust are set on destroying,
these places where I’ve neglected to bring nourishment?
Forgive me for slamming the door of my heart shut,
as if You you do not already see what is hidden behind there.
Forgive me for locking the door, and not letting you in.
I need no longer fear what is already light to you.
Forgive me for allowing the hinges of my heart to become broken.
Will you come, Lord Jesus, and flood my heart with Your joy?”
Joy to the world, the Lord is come!
All of heaven proclaims His coming. All of heaven shouts with joy. And this joy is only found in His presence. It is found when we stop, when we take a breath, when we whisper an “I love you”. It is found in the mundane and the routine, when we least expect it, joy comes. It bubbles up from deep within. Jesus, living on the inside. He is the giver of joy!
You will show me the way of life, granting me the joy of your presence and the pleasures of living with you forever. (Psalm 16:11)
Linking up with Emily for Tuesdays Unwrapped.