I had one of those epiphanies, where I realized that moments of joy in my life were neither created nor re-created by me.
Put another way, I can do things that I think might bring me joy, or repeat things that brought me joy before. But neither guaranties I would have the experience.
The mystery of joy, that feeling that things are in place and the place is beautiful, comes when it comes and thus is a moment of grace.
I thought about C. S. Lewis’s masterpiece, SURPRISED BY JOY. It's an autobiographical account of his discovery of faith. It mysteriously echoes his finding earthly love and marriage later in life, with his wife Joy Davidman. The book was published before they met.
When I read this book many years ago, I focused on the “Joy” in the title. Now I’m meditating on the “Surprised.”