Happy Messages…

November 30, 2015

Don’t worry, be happy.

When you choose joy you feel good…

You are as happy as you choose to be.

If you don’t like where you are, then change it. You are not a tree.

Don’t worry. God is never blind to your tears, never deaf to your prayers, and never silent to your pain. He sees, He hears, and He will deliver.

Feeling good now, are we? Feeling happy, joyous, moving  life to something better since you have no roots to hold you stuck in the same ground? Now that you know God can see, hear, and ‘sound’ to your pain, are you ready to receive that deliverance?

Thought so. Me, too.

The messages are all over the place. Be. Choose. Trust God. Instant.

But…it is not. Read it again. IT.IS.NOT.

Unless you are a child, you will worry, be sad, angry, get stuck, cry, pray without ‘answers’, and hear deafening silence in your pain.

In no way am I discounting God, BUT people have splashed these sayings so much in our face that it makes you lose your breath. And while you may read or hear them, the heart and soul can still be unaffected as soon as you veer away from that Pinterest,  motivating article, television evangelist, and/ or local church sermon, only to be right back in the same state of mind.

Sometimes, MOST times, it TAKES TIME. That is a  sentence of three in times and yes, that is what I mean. Time. It depends on what you are dealing with and your particular personality. Some are offended at someone looking at them a bit too long in the checkout line. Others go sulk because they weren’t invited to the party . Still yet, others may have been sick for a week and no one bothered to see why they didn’t show up at Sunday School and they will be happy as clams just to be able to get back on schedule the next week. 

 Take this for what it’s worth to you. A lot, a bit, or nothing at all.

Just do yourself a favor. Don’t be ruled by the stuff written or said on Happy Messages.

 

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Morning is past the light has gone
Evening tide rolls thick with fog
Soon night shall claim a restless soul
Whose mind and heart with sorrow untold
Once hope did breathe so shallow there
Within the being of one so fair
Small child of yesterday in time
I weep I weep dear child o’ mine
The tears that flow down cheeks of kin
Spill for the life that might have been
God knows the reasons and the why
So He may comfort by and by
If mercy shows His part Divine
Then heart and soul can rest in time

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