Is having a bad day the secret to life?
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Mamma Said there would be days like this
Everyone from Mother Teresa to Heidi Klum has a bad day every once in awhile. I don't know when I realized this, maybe it was when my girl Britney broke down and shaved her golden locks off. . . I'm not totally sure. What I am sure of is, no one is an exception to the awful, terrible, no good, very bad day. So, what do we do when we get hit with one of these monsters? My first instinct is to just give up, throw in the towel, and make sure EVERYONE knows that today is not the day to mess with this cowgirl. But honestly, what good is that doing? By succumbing to the bad events that I experience I am basically saying that the things that happen to me, the bad grade, the wreck, fight with my (non existent) boyfriend, stubbed toe, or uncooperative hair is bigger than me, and Him for that matter. But, what if, the next time something bad happens to us, we shout out a little hallelujah? I mean, how are we supposed to appreciate the good in life when we have nothing bad to compare it to? I would never understand how great it feels to strut my stuff in front of a crowd if I have never busted it in the midst of about 40 people. . . right? Ok, that could be a stretch. But seriously, there has to be a bad day in order to have a good day or a FABULOUS day for that matter!So, next time you pop the button on your fat jeans or get stranded in the rain without an umbrella thank The GOOD Lord for showing you that life isn't perfect. . . and that is a Darn Good Thing!
Monday, April 4, 2011
A hold on my heart
Love is the mystery this week. Does this undefinable fairytale feeling solve all of life's tumultuous issues? I can't say that I am liable to answer this question. I say this because I have never been "In Love" in all of my long drawn out 21 years.
Does this bother me? Well, sometimes. Mainly when I visit family or old friends who pop the never-ending question, "Do you have a boyfriend, yet?"
"Well, no grandma, I don't thanks for rubbing that sore in for me."
And then the follow up, "Well, why not?"
This is where I want to say "Because I want to rot and be alone and miserable for the entirety of my life."
But instead I calmly go with the less facetious response of, "I don't know."
So, if I was to have found my knight in shining armor by now, would I have all my ducks in a row? I've always told myself, I know God is going to put the perfect man in my life at the right time. I know that I have to be fully stable in a relationship with Him in order to involve myself in a relationship with any ole random schmoo off the streets. But when I step back and evaluate my life thus far, I realize that I live a pretty awesome life that is filled with some pretty awesome people. I have gotten opportunities to do things with my time that not everyone gets to do. I have been able to focus on myself, and my own spiritual well-being for 21 years, which is pretty neat. And let me tell you, I still don't have it all figured out (obviously).
So maybe love is the answer to my search. But perhaps this love involves something other than Dr. Mcdreamy. I'm thinkin' that my love story involves a weary soul and a merciful Creator. And to be honest. . . I'm likin' the sound of that. How can I go wrong with the one who: knows me better than anyone on this earth, will never desert me or cause me harm, and who is always there no matter what I do. I think I got lucky here. I'm in love with the only perfect thing that exists, and the best part is He loves me right back!
So, grandma, the reason I don't have a boyfriend is not because I'm not worthy of true love, it's because Jesus has a hold on my heart and he won't give it away to just anyone!
Does this bother me? Well, sometimes. Mainly when I visit family or old friends who pop the never-ending question, "Do you have a boyfriend, yet?"
"Well, no grandma, I don't thanks for rubbing that sore in for me."
And then the follow up, "Well, why not?"
This is where I want to say "Because I want to rot and be alone and miserable for the entirety of my life."
But instead I calmly go with the less facetious response of, "I don't know."
So, if I was to have found my knight in shining armor by now, would I have all my ducks in a row? I've always told myself, I know God is going to put the perfect man in my life at the right time. I know that I have to be fully stable in a relationship with Him in order to involve myself in a relationship with any ole random schmoo off the streets. But when I step back and evaluate my life thus far, I realize that I live a pretty awesome life that is filled with some pretty awesome people. I have gotten opportunities to do things with my time that not everyone gets to do. I have been able to focus on myself, and my own spiritual well-being for 21 years, which is pretty neat. And let me tell you, I still don't have it all figured out (obviously).
So maybe love is the answer to my search. But perhaps this love involves something other than Dr. Mcdreamy. I'm thinkin' that my love story involves a weary soul and a merciful Creator. And to be honest. . . I'm likin' the sound of that. How can I go wrong with the one who: knows me better than anyone on this earth, will never desert me or cause me harm, and who is always there no matter what I do. I think I got lucky here. I'm in love with the only perfect thing that exists, and the best part is He loves me right back!
So, grandma, the reason I don't have a boyfriend is not because I'm not worthy of true love, it's because Jesus has a hold on my heart and he won't give it away to just anyone!
Is falling in love the secret to life?
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