Even if someone lived a thousand years—make it two thousand!—but didn't enjoy anything, what's the point? Doesn't everyone end up in the same place? Ecclesiastes 6:6 (MSG)
I've been thinking a lot about what I en-joy, those things in which I take joy, or the things that bring joy to me. It's an interesting question to ponder. What gives me joy? I find that the things which give me the greatest joy require very little in terms of material things.
A long, leisurely dinner with loved ones and friends gives me joy, or an evening of conversation on the back porch on a summer evening. Quiet evenings with my wife gives me joy, and reaching out in the middle of the night to feel her lying next to me. Sitting on the dock at the lake, or having a cup of coffee with my parents on the glider rocker in the morning gives me joy. The warm embrace of my daughters gives me joy, and when they slow down long enough to sit next to me and share their day, or their heart. Writing a just-for-the-heck-of-it, handwritten letter gives me joy, as does receiving one. There's more, but you get the idea.
As the holidays approach, I think about the gifts I give and the gifts I receive. Will they bring en-joyment or facilitate that which brings joy? Or, will they just be another needless, useless piece of clutter?