What is this thing called joy? I believe it's different for everyone. Personally, I find joy inexplicable. And each time I attempt to describe it, I end up saying something different. Sometimes it confuses me. It's often counterintuitive. When I am hit by one of life's storms, I often find it difficult to understand how I muster the strength to see beyond my circumstances and not throw myself a pity party. It's not that I deny or ignore the circumstances; I am a realist. It doesn't mean I don't get sad, angry, or whatever emotion presents itself at the time. I allow myself to live in the moment and feel whatever I'm feeling. I just choose not to get mired in my circumstances. And can I tell you that I've had some circumstances? I have been taking so many health hits that I often describe it as feeling like a boxer down for the count. But then my joy kicks in. And just when the referee starts to count "10", I reach for the ropes and stand. I may be wobbling, but I'm still standing. How that happens is inexplicable to me, but I know it to be joy. When I was growing up I used to hear people in church talk about a feeling of "fire shut up in my bones." And that's the best description I have of joy--something burning so brightly on the inside that it propels me to fight on.