Time to be happy....

Philippians 4:10-14

[ Content Whatever the Circumstances ] I’m glad in God, far happier than you would ever guess—happy that you’re again showing such strong concern for me. Not that you ever quit praying and thinking about me. You just had no chance to show it. Actually, I don’t have a sense of needing anything personally. I’ve learned by now to be quite content whatever my circumstances. I’m just as happy with little as with much, with much as with little. I’ve found the recipe for being happy whether full or hungry, hands full or hands empty. Whatever I have, wherever I am, I can make it through anything in the One who makes me who I am. I don’t mean that your help didn’t mean a lot to me—it did. It was a beautiful thing that you came alongside me in my troubles.

 Good morning friends.

My cousin posted this yesterday, and the simplicity and ease of it smacked me in the face.

"i think it is time to be happy again"

I am so tired of being angry and hurt.

I grow weary of grouchiness and discontent.

I long for joy and peace.

Even though it looks like a daunting task to go from one side to the other, pain to joy.

I think when we look at our lives and want so desperately for that change to happen, it is like were standing looking out over a vast sea no end in sight. When in actuality we have a small puddle in front of us. It is not an impossible thing to do, it is more of a nuisance, just a small jump. 

And we don't need to be invited to cross, but must just take a step over. 

This morning I woke up singing.

I am sure that doesn't say much to you, but it is HUGE. I used to sing and dance and be silly and play all the time, but for the past few years that completely stopped. 

I yelled and made rude comments, and growled and was not a very nice person.

THAT person I did NOT like, but it looked like that sea, to vast to cross, and exhausting to even think of overcoming it.

When all I really had to do was take a step of change to overcome it.

And if you know me I turned around and started a water mud fight with the contents of that puddle. Hahahaha

Life is to short, to precious of a gift to be this angry and overwhelmed this long.

It is time to play, be silly and happy.

Women set the tone of a home.

We are the ones who make a house into not just a dwelling but into a haven of rest.

When we are out of sorts the whole place is.

I want to be that warm candle light, and the warm soft blanket, that steaming cup of coffee, people feel

they can just come in, and find peace and rest.

Don't get me wrong, chaos abounds here, noise and playing.

I love those sounds of laughing and playing.

So now I will encourage more of that and less yelling and fighting.

Because no matter who influences my children to act bad, it is me ultimately (and Dave) 

who is responsible for how they act. Life being run with joy is so much easier then anger.

It makes me so sad my son doesn't remember me as fun, just this grouchy mess that was in my spot.

So today I take it back.

I am choosing to be joyful!

To sing, not yell.

To nurture, not scold.

TO LIVE.

Or at least fake it until it is that way all the time.

Be blessed today, and if you have any puddles to jump over,

 remember it is OK to get dirty a little to have fun.

Always

Suszi