Zoë swooped down from the heavens, eager to accomplish the assignment Michael had given her moments before. Her task burned in her heart. She rushed to arrive on the scene, before the enemy’s minions were alerted to her presence.
Joy sat in the midst of a busy coffee shop; elbows perched on the table, her latte clasped in both hands. She had barely taken a sip, her gaze fixed on the blah grey scenery of winter. The burn of the hot liquid only reminded her of the angry frustrated words, casually flung out to her husband, words that stung on her tongue.
Zoë perched on a rooftop across the street from her assignment. It only took seconds to assess the situation. Joy had lost her joy. It appeared to be buried somewhere deep inside.
Michael new, if any being in the heavenly realm could help Joy seek that which was hidden, Zoë could. After all, her name does mean Abundant Life.
Zoë slipped into the seat across from Joy. “You need to seek,” Zoë whispered words of life.
With Zoë’s whisper, the aroma of Joy’s vanilla latte drifted to her nose. Joy blinked and sipped gently on the hot sweet liquid.
Zoë stood behind Joy and stretched her wings over her heavily burdened assignment.
Joy reached to rub her neck. Suddenly she could feel the tension release.
“Find joy in small things,” Zoë breathed this phrase over Joy.
Joy watched in amazement as a little chickadee hopped up to the window. It appeared to have his tiny black eyes fixed on her. He tilted his head and sang out to her. Just then a bedraggled man stumbled past and tossed a bread crumb to the little guy from his own cherished meal.
Zoë observed a woman and her little girl as they searched for an empty table to enjoy their mommy/daughter date. The mother carried their beverage treats as the little girl handled the plate of hot fresh scones.
Zoë reached around Joy and laid her hand on her heart, “Awaken life.”
Joy felt a sudden pang in her chest. As she looked around, she saw the mother and daughter. She stood and motioned, “I’m finished here.”
The big blue eyes and gracious smile from the little girl warmed Joy’s heart.
Zoë took Joy’s hand and gently stroked the back of it. “Give life,” She spoke softly into her ear.
Joy found herself in line again. Without any thought, she purchased a mocha and pastry. As she left the coffee shop she spotted the bedraggled man crouched on the curb. His harmonica melodies drifted through the winter glum.
Joy handed the mocha and pastry to him. She reached out and touched his shoulder, and looked into his sorrowful eyes, “Thank-you for your gift today.”
Zoë stood close as Joy fumbled through her shoulder bag for her car keys. “Seek that which is hidden.”
Joy pulled out a CD that she had received as a door prize recently. The title struck her: Worship for a Joy Filled Life.
“Hmmm…forgot I had this.” Once inside the car she popped the new CD in and the music pulled at Joy’s emotions.
Zoë rode along as Joy sang out beautifully, learning bits and pieces of the songs as she drove.
Joy parked the car and walked through the back door to the church. She knocked gently under the sign that read: Pastor’s Office.
“Come in,” the deep voice offered.
Joy stepped into the office. “Honey, I wanted to apologize for this morning,” Joy spoke softly.
The pastor stood and held her close. “I know this transition is difficult. I understand that the expectations of your role in this ministry are more than you bargained for, but Joy?” He paused to lift her chin so that their eyes met, “I believe you can do it. You can be a Pastor’s wife that speaks abundant life into people’s very being.”
Zoë hovered at the front of the church as Joy approached and knelt. “Use your hidden gifts,” she whispered to her once again.
Joy pondered all she learned today. Quickly she searched for pen and paper and wrote these words:
Abundant Life, breathe on me
Awaken Joy, hidden deep
Seek me out that I may give
Abundant Joy, so I may live
Help me to speak, carefully
Only the words, You breathe in me.
Zoë hovered over Joy as she wept. She inhaled deep and exhaled.
“Abundant Life, Breathe on me…” Joy sang a new song.
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