As I mentioned in my New Year’s resolutions post, I want to choose one word each month that I will focus my energy on. I’ve already begun implementing January’s word, but haven’t been doing a good job of it… So I decided to post about it.
You know that person who’s incessantly happy? So happy that sometimes you just want to punch them in the face because even though they’re facing crap they’re always smiling and happy while you’re facing crap and struggling to pull yourself out of bed each morning?
That person who is content whether it’s raining or sunshining or snowing or tornadoing.. Yeah, that person.
I want to be like them.
I know I have ton of tweaking to do on myself, but this month I have decided to become:
or at least try. I don’t expect an overnight transformation, but I’ve come up with a plan. For every one complaint, gripe or whiney comment I catch myself giving, I will utter an either silent or spoken prayer of thanksgiving for two things.
If I say “UGH THIS COLD IS KILLING ME” I will follow it up with “Thank you, Lord, for giving me life and the chance to see another beautiful winter day.”
My goal isn’t to become unbearably happy, but to become consistently joyful.
I’ve always struggled with that (exhibit a) but it’s time to actually put the effort into change.
I want to be like Paul, who, undergoing extreme persecution that I couldn’t possibly imagine, found himself content.
I do not speak because I have need, for I have learned in whatever state I am to be content. I know both how to face humble circumstances and how to have abundance. Everywhere and in all things I have learned the secret, both to be full and to be hungry, both to abound and to suffer need. I can do all things because of Christ who strengthens me.
– Philippians 4:11-13 (MEV)
Paul wasn’t saying that being content is easy or that Christ gives the strength to endure anything that comes our way (though Christ does that, too: Psalm 27)- Paul was saying that Christ gives him the strength to be content no matter what. So whether he’s being stoned or fed a feast, Christ helped Paul feel content.
Now, I’m not being stoned. I’m not being tarred and feathered. I’m not being excommunicated by people I love, dropped out of a window in a basket or bitten by a poisonous snake after surviving a shipwreck.
I’m dealing with some crap, sure.
But everyone does.
It’s not the hand your dealt that matters, but your response.. Just like in poker! You can get dealt a crappy hand and so long as your response is content, no one is the wiser.
I’m not out to make people think my life is perfect, just that in spite of the imperfections: I am happy.