It's kind of all over the place, but I wanted to write it down nonetheless.
I try to find happiness, but I never look in the right places, or when I do I'm blinded. I wait and wait for it to come around thinking, "When I get this paper done, I'll be happy." "When I finally get home for Thanksgiving, I'll be happy." "When this semester is over, I'll be able to breathe and restart." I put my identity in my hobbies or talents thinking, "I'll be happy if I master this." I've discovered a few things lately and I'd like to share.
I believe that my first fault lies in this waiting game. It's our responsibility to take control of a situation and be advocates of our own happiness. I think we too often find situations to be overwhelming or less-than-ideal and we decide that any effort to salvage any happiness from them would be futile. False. There is always something to be grateful for. There is always joy to be found, which brings me to my next point:
Jesus is the author of joy. Nehemiah tells us that the joy of the Lord is our strength. What He has done (and continually does) for us is enough to make my heart sing. He has given me life; He has offered the same to everyone willing to give their all. I think of the things I've so mindlessly given my time and efforts to over the years trying to find happiness. I realize that none of these things could ever come close to what Christ offers. He is joy, He is life, He is love, purpose, hope. We fill ourselves with the things we think will make us happy only to find that we are still utterly and painfully empty.
He wants to bless us. He wants to give us the desires of our hearts. He smiles when we smile, and he laughs when we laugh. He has created us so that we know true joy when we know Him. I believe John Piper got it right when he said,
I try to find happiness, but I never look in the right places, or when I do I'm blinded. I wait and wait for it to come around thinking, "When I get this paper done, I'll be happy." "When I finally get home for Thanksgiving, I'll be happy." "When this semester is over, I'll be able to breathe and restart." I put my identity in my hobbies or talents thinking, "I'll be happy if I master this." I've discovered a few things lately and I'd like to share.
I believe that my first fault lies in this waiting game. It's our responsibility to take control of a situation and be advocates of our own happiness. I think we too often find situations to be overwhelming or less-than-ideal and we decide that any effort to salvage any happiness from them would be futile. False. There is always something to be grateful for. There is always joy to be found, which brings me to my next point:
Jesus is the author of joy. Nehemiah tells us that the joy of the Lord is our strength. What He has done (and continually does) for us is enough to make my heart sing. He has given me life; He has offered the same to everyone willing to give their all. I think of the things I've so mindlessly given my time and efforts to over the years trying to find happiness. I realize that none of these things could ever come close to what Christ offers. He is joy, He is life, He is love, purpose, hope. We fill ourselves with the things we think will make us happy only to find that we are still utterly and painfully empty.
He wants to bless us. He wants to give us the desires of our hearts. He smiles when we smile, and he laughs when we laugh. He has created us so that we know true joy when we know Him. I believe John Piper got it right when he said,
"The greatest news in all the world is that God's ultimate aim to be glorified and man's aim to be satisfied are not at odds."We praise Him, He gives us ultimate joy and satisfaction. He carries and sustains us through the tough times and He walks with us in joy during the good times. Stop diverting your attention from the only true source of joy: the fountain of life which never runs dry. I'm trying to do the same.
