ADVENT WEEK 3 — JOY The Quiet Yes That Holds Everything Together

Joseph didn’t preach a sermon or lead a revival. He didn’t stand center stage or ask for recognition.
He simply obeyed—quietly, steadily, faithfully.

He said yes to a story he didn’t write,
yes to a path he didn’t plan,
yes to a responsibility he didn’t expect,
yes when his reputation was on the line,
yes when the whole thing made absolutely no sense.

And somehow, the entire miracle of Christmas rested on that steady yes.

We often picture joy as loud, bright, and overflowing. But Joseph reminds us of another kind of joy; the kind that doesn’t leap, but anchors.
The kind that doesn’t shout, but settles. The kind that grows not in celebration, but in quiet faithfulness.

Sometimes joy is the calm strength tucked inside obedience; the steady hand that keeps the porch light on, the whispered prayer no one hears but God,
the daily choice to stay faithful even when your heart aches, even when the road feels unfair, even when you’re carrying a story you never asked to hold.

Parents of prodigals carry Joseph’s mantle.
You are often the unsung ones.
The ones who remain when it would be easier to walk away,
the ones who hold the story together with prayer and tears and stubborn hope,
the ones who keep saying yes when no one applauds or even notices.

And here’s the miracle: Joy grows in soil like that.

In the unseen yes.
In the faithful middle.
In the steady choices that look small to the world but echo loudly in heaven.

“Joseph rose and did as the angel of the Lord commanded him.”
(Matthew 1:24 ESV)

Sherian McCoy

Hi, I’m Sherian Kaneaster-McCoy—storyteller, porch-sitter, ministry founder, wife, mother, grandmother, and follower of Jesus.

I’ve spent the last two decades walking with women through the hard things—grief, chronic illness, prodigal children, burnout, and healing. I serve as a practitioner in Dr. Tracey Stroup’s Eat, Pray, Faith telehealth practice, where I support clients needing help physically as well as emotionally and spiritually. I’m also honored to serve as Dean of Education at the Academy of Abiding Wellness, equipping others to walk in biblical wisdom and holistic health.

Alongside this work, The Father’s Porch has become a sacred space where I pour out the stories God has written on my heart.

This ministry was born from my own journey as a parent of a prodigal and a lifelong porch-praying woman. It’s a space for the weary—a resting place for those still waiting, still hoping, still praying. Through devotional writing, prayer, and gentle truth, I help others find God in the middle of the story, not just at the end.

Whether I’m telling stories from Scripture or sharing pieces of my own life, I believe in the power of honest words and porchlight hope. The porch is open. The light is on. There’s always a seat for you.

https://www.thefathersporch.com/
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