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There’s a moment… somewhere in the quiet after pain… where joy makes its return.It doesn’t announce itself with fireworks or applause. It doesn’t kick down the door with celebration.It just… shows up.

Soft.Subtle.Sacred.

The laugh that escapes your lips when you didn’t think you’d laugh again.The warm hush that settles over your chest when you see a sunrise or a stranger smiles at you.The small, ordinary, holy things that begin weaving you back to life—thread by golden thread.

That’s what we’re honoring today.

Because no matter how dark the season has been,no matter how long it’s taken to feel like yourself again,joy has a way of finding a way in.Not forced. Not demanded.But allowed.Trusted.

You see, when we’ve walked through fire…when we’ve sat in the ashes and let the tears fall…the return to joy can feel impossible.Like asking a broken heart to beat again.Like asking winter to bloom.

But healing doesn’t always begin in a dramatic shift.Sometimes it begins with a cup of coffee.A favorite song.The arms of someone who sees you.Or the whisper inside that says,“You’re still here.”

That’s joy.That’s its secret language.

It doesn’t roar—it listens.It doesn’t boast—it holds.And it doesn’t rush you.

It waits.Quietly.Until your heart is ready to open again.

And when it comes…when you finally catch yourself hummingor smiling at nothingor crying because something beautiful moved you—that’s the sacred return.

You are not the same as before.But you are still you.Maybe more so.

The version of you that survived.The version that dared to feel.The version that let go of what hurt,but held onto what mattered.

Joy is not the denial of pain.It’s what we become once we’ve honored pain and chosen love anyway.

So let’s close this week with that blessing:a celebration of the quiet return.The slow reopening.The thread of joy pulling you back to lifewithout needing a single explanation.

Today, I want you to remember this:

Joy doesn’t need to be earned.It isn’t a reward.It’s a birthright.

And the moment you stop fighting yourself…the moment you let the soft things in…the moment you stop guarding your heart as if love was a threat—that’s when joy enters.

Not loudly.But faithfully.

So laugh today.Rest.Be silly.Be held.

And let joy come back to you—on its own terms,in its own time,wrapped in the soft glow of love you didn’t think you’d feel again.

You made it.You’re here.And you’re allowed to be happy again.

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