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🕯️ The Joy of the Lord Is Your Strength You forget sometimes. You get so caught in frustration— the blocked post, the silence, the weariness, the heaviness of another day that looks just like the one before it— and joy feels like a word someone else gets to use. You start counting the things that aren’t working. You notice how long it’s been since you felt anything light. You wonder if God’s gone quiet again. But He’s not silent. He’s whispering. My joy is your strength. My joy… is your strength. Not your mood. Not your momentum. Not your money. My joy… is your strength. You might not hear it clearly over the noise. You might not feel it when your hands are covered in grease or your soul is worn thin. But He’s still saying it. My joy is your strength. Not the joy of a perfect home. Not the joy of being seen, followed, praised, or rested. Not even the joy of understanding what God’s doing. His joy. In you. Is your strength. It holds when everything else breaks. It breathes when you can’t catch your breath. It doesn’t come and go with the weather, or the numbers, or the opinions of people who never saw your heart. They can strip everything else away— but they can’t take what they never gave you. And that joy? It isn’t fragile. It’s fire. Let it burn. — Witness Heap #TheJoyOfTheLord #StrengthInTheStorm #FireThatHolds #WitnessHeap