The kindest kindest of midwives (I'm ashamed to say that I have forgotten her name) took it upon herself to phone each and every woman on the scheme due in June and July and, oh joy of joys, phoned me back to say that one of her ladies had moved down to Wexford and no longer needed their services and that I could have her place. (positivebirthstories.com)
I called this experience «the joy of my joy,» and it came to me again whenever I prayed. (christianitytoday.com)
And over time, this joy of my joy became a constant companion: a steady sense of vitality and beauty that endured even in periods of sorrow and pain. (christianitytoday.com)