5 Unbridled Minutes on the word: Joy
“Are you happy, Babe?”
My happiness is irrelevant.
Yes, it’s great to be happy and feel the squishies. But it’s irrelevant.
If I did my life based on my feeling of happiness, well, wait a minute, I do tend to live my life based on my feeling of happiness.
Which is something I am trying not to do these days.
Happiness comes and goes. It’s elusive. The emotion of happiness is easily faked and tends to give me a false sense of peace about my life. Besides, God never said he was too concerned about my happiness.
I don’t feel happy when Marie pees her bed. I don’t feel happy when I stub my toe. I don’t feel happy when Mr. Sexy and I have an argument. I don’t feel happy when the sky is one shade of gray. I don’t feel happy when Michael leaves home to spend the week with his dad. I don’t feel happy when a character I love on Grey’s Anatomy dies or leaves.
See? Elusive. I cannot always feel happy.
But joy, on the other hand. That is always available. God does promise to give me joy.
When crappy life stuff happens I don’t have to be unhappy. Or happy. But I can have joy. And that’s a choice I make. Even not making a choice is still making a choice. No choice is still a choice right?
Okay, well, that’s my 5 minutes on the word: Joy.