Happiness is my choice. I have known despair. I have known heartache. I am a sinner saved by grace. I believe in Jesus, to His cross I cling. Happiness is my choice. Ten years ago I fell off a horse, broke my humerus, my arm is held together with six pins. I believe it was a heavenly nudge. As I lay in my hospital bed I promised Jesus I would return to Him. I had recently been to an art show at Mercyhill church in Bayview, Wisconsin. When I was well enough I made my way to a Sunday morning service. Sat in the back and took notes, went home and looked up every scripture, embedding Jesus into my heart.
I have laid on the floor, my heart ripped out of my chest, loss, anguish, despair coursing through my being. Contemplation of ending it all surrounded by all the pills from the medicine cabinet. Each time Jesus came, with His word. My mind and my heart filled with the words that now cover my walls. I choose Happiness, I choose Jesus.
I will not lie, life is hard. In the depths of despair He is there. Is happiness really a choice? A friend asked me this weekend. Yes, happiness is my choice. Jesus is my choice, my core, my center. Would you choose contentment or happiness my friend asked. I choose happiness, Jesus, everyday I choose Jesus the reward is both happiness and contentment. It can be yours too. To be loved by Him is pure happiness, joy and peace. When despair enters my being I rest in Him. His words. It has been a journey. In my darkest nights, lowest lows, I have learned to lean into His word. I bought canvas’s painted them then wrote His words over. Why?
I didn’t truly understand until recently. With each stroke of the brush He was healing my soul. With each written word He was sealing the cracks in my broken vessel. He loves me and in the deepest darkest nights He has walked with me. I choose happiness, I choose Jesus. Know Him, yes, life is hard. He is with You. He choose you, loves you and is one breath, one whisper away. Lean in. You are loved. He knows your name, surrender and enable Him to fill you with light, love. He is your breath.
My quest, to walk in love, each step hand in hand with Jesus. “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil. Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.” Ps. 23. He is my rod and staff, His word a light unto my path. I am loved by Jesus, you are loved by Jesus. “Let Jesus love You,” Pastor Tommy’s mom quote. When you surrender to Him, meditate upon His words, allow Him to guide your steps, despair turns to joy. Make happiness your choice. Invite Jesus, waymaker, onto your path. He will take your hand, you will never, ever be the same.
Love to all!
Happiness is my choice.
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