Happiness.
I know, it's strange of me to say that, but I finally am beginning to understand what it means.
I thought my solitude of the past week would drive me mad and angry with the world. Instead, it's only brought me closer to my Father in Heaven, and I'm beginning to see myself in a greater light.
I have hope again for a bright future.
It's been so long since I've had hope. I had forgotten what it was. It's amazing how, even on days when my health causes me to hurt so bad that I feel like I'm about to die, I can get up and walk a mile or more.
It's a power inside of me giving me strength to try in a world that is doing it's best to make me fail. Because I know I can win, and the prize is so incredible and infinite that I can't even imagine it.
No, my health isn't all that great. But that doesn't mean my life isn't great. Just because people are mean, health issues happen, and outside influences conspire against us all doesn't me we can't be happy.
Happiness is a choice, and I choose to be happy.
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