Bliss-robbers

I’m sure 99% of you already know this, so forgive me for being a little slow on the uptake, but nobody can really make you happy. Happiness is a choice. Sure, circumstances can be more conducive to happiness, but it all boils down to you.

Remember the giddiness you felt on Christmas morning when you were a child? Now think long and hard, do you remember how long that happiness lasted? It lasted until the dog chewed the arm off your doll, or the wheel broke off of the Tonka truck. It lasted until your big sister told you your toys were stupid and you were a dork. (Of course, my big sister did no such thing.) It lasted until your big brother ate the last piece of bacon and you didn’t get any. My point is, that happiness you felt while ripping open your gifts was fleeting, even though at the time, you didn’t think anything in the world could rob you of your bliss.

But life happens, and our bliss gets sabotaged. And then we spend all the years between age 10 and 40 trying to put that bliss back together.

But there’s a trick, there’s an insider trading secret: make the choice to be happy, even when you don’t feel like it. Happiness is like all things in life that are worth fighting for, it takes work, and our flesh doesn’t like it, but the rewards are monumental.

Marriage is hard, raising children is hard, working a job and paying bills is hard, but we can focus on the good stuff, the sweet stuff, the funny moments, heck, if I just look back at what God spared me from, and the mercy He’s shown me along the way, I should be happy for a lifetime.  Do you know what I mean?

My husband and my son make me laugh all the time, they are smart and funny, and they love me and take great care of me, but even they don’t have the power to make me happy all the way down in my soul. That power rests solely with me.

And it rests inside of you too. No matter what might be going on around you, between your free will that God gave you, and His love which is there for the taking, you can be happy.

Don’t be robbed of your happiness, fight for it, it’s worth it, and so are you.

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2 thoughts on “Bliss-robbers

  1. Ora M. Roberts says:

    You so often write sooo much like I often feel. But I think it took me until age 50 to take ownership of my own happiness. And it took me until age 60 to fight for myself. I’m still learning how to put myself first, at least once each day. This year has been the best year of my life. Next year will be better. I’ll be a kinder person next year.

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