ZONDERVAN
Simple Joys
Copyright 2018 by Candace Payne
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For Larry, Barbara, Mark, Tami, and David.
There has never been anything like the joy I have shared with you.
I love you more than I could ever write, sing, or say.
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CONTENTS
I have told you this so that my joy may be in you and that your joy may be complete.
J OHN 15:11
Preface
THERES JOY IN THEM HILLS!
I feel as though I should start this entire journey toward joy with a confession. I absolutely love reality television. Dont judge me. I know. I feel it through the pages. I get how amazing awful it is. Yet I cannot stop watching. And its not as if I just watch one particular category or genre of reality TV. No, if its real-ish life, Im there. From teenage moms to people living in the bush in Alaska, I will watch them all. One show in particular (that I have successfully snared my husbands attention with as well) is one where they follow the journey of a few different ragtag companies mining for gold. I dont know how or why this show became one of our favorites. Maybe its the burly voice-over, the nifty graphic blueprint illustrations that explain what-on-earth terms exclusive to the mining world, or the fact that you never know if theyre going to be successful finding gold or not. I am drawn to the lives of the people mining. Im intrigued: Why would they risk so much time from their families and invest so much money on equipment on something that may or may not pan out? (Yall. I didnt even try to put that pun there. It just happened.) Seriously, though. Why waste so much effort and sacrifice so much for something like that? Ive seen grown men jump up and down on this show over the tiniest speck of gold.
The idea of gold mining isnt a new thing. Its rather old in our world. History has seen many a gold rush and many a person with gold fever. Can you even imagine the feeling of unearthing dirt and rock that look like nothing special, only to find one of the most valuable elements known to humanity hiding inside? It is a treasure hunt of epic proportions. And when I say treasure, thats an understatement. There is nothing quite like gold here on earth.
Likewise, I have come to discover there is nothing quite like joy here on earth. And maybe the attraction I have to the television screen as I watch the struggles and successes in gold mining has something to do with the way they mirror my own struggles and successes in finding joy. It has become a beautiful metaphor for uncovering the places we often overlook to find joy in our lives.
As you read through this book, I want you to become a prospector for joy. My hope for you is that you begin digging in unearthed places to discover pure joyjust as eagerly as you would dig for pure gold. Go ahead. Lift your eyes and hopes up through each chapterbecause theres joy in them hills!
One
THE YEAR I SPENT WITH MY HEAD IN THE CLOUDS
I was performing a skit I wrote for a summer camp crowd of nearly three hundred students, ages twelve to eighteen, on a stage in a large room that resembled a log cabin nestled in the mountains of Colorado. Suddenly someone handed me an urgent message on a Post-it note asking me to call my sister. It simply read:
Call home.
911.
Now, this was a few years before cell phones were in the hands of everyone. I know, I know. How did this world function without cell phones? In fact, we had these things called pay phones. And yes, true to their descriptive title, you had to pay to use them. With actual coins. Yeah. Insane.
Nevertheless, I ran down rocky steps and through tall pine trees until I saw a light shining from the one giant pole that also held the electrical wires that supplied the dorms and camp cafeteria with modern comforts and electricity. At its base was a pay phone. I picked up the receiver and prayed that I could withstand whatever news would come my way. Just weeks earlier, I had buried my sweet Grandpa Sharp (the first grandparent I had lost). I couldnt bear much more news of death in my family, but I was trying to prepare my heart for what might come. I dialed and waited for what seemed like a year with each ring. My sister finally answered, and I rushed to cut her off with, Im here. Got your message. Whats up?
My sister hesitated to start her sentence but was direct once she did: Okay. Well, I just saw on the news that your choir was in a plane crash. Its your friends. David. Bonnie. Allison. You need to find a TV to see whats going on and then try to come home.
June 1, 1999, was the date.
I had just finished my sophomore year of college and was in an elect choir called the Ouachita Singers. Most of this choir had gone on an overseas trip that summer to perform in Europe at different churches and venues. It was an elective trip, since you would have to raise funds to go and pay your own way. When given the option, I didnt want to go, but instead chose to work at the summer camp where I had worked the year before. A handful of others didnt go either, but most did. I was in shock. I had no clue who had survived, if any, of my core group of friends. I was gripped with fear and grief that I had lost them all. It wasnt until about an hour later that I got more facts about what had happened.