I say it frequently — “such boundless joy” — but that’s not totally accurate. What I should say is, “such bounding joy” or maybe, “such bouncing joy.” Our Labrador Retriever morphs into a gazelle the instant we ask if he’d like to go for a walk.
“Go? Really? Oh, bliss! Oh, rapture! Oh, yesssss!” To use a cliché, he’s beside himself with joy. In fact, in multiple leaps he’s alternately beside me, my husband, the door and all over the room during his ecstasy of anticipation.
I could use a little of his energy and enthusiasm today. Now that September is past its mid point I’m beginning to recognize that it’s time to put summer’s leisurely pace aside. My mind agrees but my body is oh so reluctant. This has been such a happy summer and I’m not ready to let it slip away quite yet.
But wait! Autumn doesn’t officially arrive until next week. Ah, wonderful procrastination. It’s time to head out into the almost-autumn sunshine for that walk.
I will rejoice in the LORD, I will be joyful in God my Savior.