. . . a sappy saying slapped over an empty wound.
. . . a temporary high, satisfying only a second.
. . . sentimentalism, transient happiness rooted in transient circumstances.
. . . relief for the broken.
. . . sustenance for the starved.
. . . love for the hopeless.
. . . true love, rooted in the Gardener who tends our souls.
“I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing,” said Jesus– the author of joy.
The JOY of the LORD is your STRENGTH.