When you're happy and you know it.....
First off, let me start by saying that the last post probably wasn't one of my better efforts. I wasn't boasting or blowing my own horn, though. I just think it's cool that Scripture is having that kind of effect on my life. I might do things I didn't always do before and I'm understanding the reasons why. Yes, keeping your nose in the Word can do that to you.
The thing is though, at least I think so anyway, that it seems I write better from a position of angst than I do from happy. I don't think my frame of mind has much to do with that. It's more that in happy I'm trying to stay that way by not telling stories.
It's funny to me the things that weigh heavy on my mind these days. I don't have a problem with things, but sometimes I have a problem with how things look. I mean that. And what I mean by that is a little thing like the geography in my house. I have the small bedroom and the girl has the master. A chick told me at the Winco Foods a couple of months ago that chicks take up a lot of space. That's partly why I moved into the little room. But just partly.
The thing that bothers me though isn't how it is, but how it looks. Hey, with my track record, it's not difficult to imagine what might be going on and damn near next to impossible to believe what I say about what isn't. I get that and it bothers me about what folks might think. Appearances are everything sometimes.
I get that too.
Now that all that stuff is out of the way, I was writing about how I write. I'm pretty happy and very well blessed these days. I think it's because I'm trying to do the right things this time around. Life is pretty good and I don't want to mess that up.
Do you blame me?
But how I write about that happiness doesn't seem to carry the same emotion as when I wrote in the middle of the Hurricane.
The passion is still the same, but maybe the motivation is different? I don't know.
The same things still make me happy. I really meant that when I wrote the post today. I think it's neat that God could write that concept on my heart about respecting someone's beliefs about eating this or that for whatever reason and use it to bring a little joy into someone else's life because I actually cared enough to remember. That's what I meant about living Scripture.
But the post lacked a little passion, I thought. I"m not gonna delete it. I think the lesson is a good one. When we do things like that, when we put others first, I think it pleases God. And the ability I have to do that comes from Him.
Believe me, there was a time I didn't have that enthusiasm.
Ask anybody.
So, I know the passion hasn't been there when I've been writing lately. It's not because it's gone. I honestly don't know what the deal is. But I do know that I still like to write and that I need to be as passionate about it as I used to be. It's part of who I am and I can't let that fire die. I also need to remember that when things are good, that's when I need God more. It's easy to take things for granted when life is good and I don't want to ever fall in that trap.
Part of the happy I have these days is watching what God is doing in someone else's life these days.
I'm thankful I get to be a part of that.
One last thing; living Scripture means I have to forgive. So whoever took the cheap shot at me tonight on the blog: I deleted it. And I forgive you. But keep this in mind: Each of us is fearfully and wonderfully made. When you're making fun of how God made me, you're making fun of Him, not me.
And although it's none of your business, the person I'm writing about I didn't meet until AFTER the divorce was final. I'm kinda funny about that. I was married right up until the point I wasn't. And I waited.
For once.
The thing is though, at least I think so anyway, that it seems I write better from a position of angst than I do from happy. I don't think my frame of mind has much to do with that. It's more that in happy I'm trying to stay that way by not telling stories.
It's funny to me the things that weigh heavy on my mind these days. I don't have a problem with things, but sometimes I have a problem with how things look. I mean that. And what I mean by that is a little thing like the geography in my house. I have the small bedroom and the girl has the master. A chick told me at the Winco Foods a couple of months ago that chicks take up a lot of space. That's partly why I moved into the little room. But just partly.
The thing that bothers me though isn't how it is, but how it looks. Hey, with my track record, it's not difficult to imagine what might be going on and damn near next to impossible to believe what I say about what isn't. I get that and it bothers me about what folks might think. Appearances are everything sometimes.
I get that too.
Now that all that stuff is out of the way, I was writing about how I write. I'm pretty happy and very well blessed these days. I think it's because I'm trying to do the right things this time around. Life is pretty good and I don't want to mess that up.
Do you blame me?
But how I write about that happiness doesn't seem to carry the same emotion as when I wrote in the middle of the Hurricane.
The passion is still the same, but maybe the motivation is different? I don't know.
The same things still make me happy. I really meant that when I wrote the post today. I think it's neat that God could write that concept on my heart about respecting someone's beliefs about eating this or that for whatever reason and use it to bring a little joy into someone else's life because I actually cared enough to remember. That's what I meant about living Scripture.
But the post lacked a little passion, I thought. I"m not gonna delete it. I think the lesson is a good one. When we do things like that, when we put others first, I think it pleases God. And the ability I have to do that comes from Him.
Believe me, there was a time I didn't have that enthusiasm.
Ask anybody.
So, I know the passion hasn't been there when I've been writing lately. It's not because it's gone. I honestly don't know what the deal is. But I do know that I still like to write and that I need to be as passionate about it as I used to be. It's part of who I am and I can't let that fire die. I also need to remember that when things are good, that's when I need God more. It's easy to take things for granted when life is good and I don't want to ever fall in that trap.
Part of the happy I have these days is watching what God is doing in someone else's life these days.
I'm thankful I get to be a part of that.
One last thing; living Scripture means I have to forgive. So whoever took the cheap shot at me tonight on the blog: I deleted it. And I forgive you. But keep this in mind: Each of us is fearfully and wonderfully made. When you're making fun of how God made me, you're making fun of Him, not me.
And although it's none of your business, the person I'm writing about I didn't meet until AFTER the divorce was final. I'm kinda funny about that. I was married right up until the point I wasn't. And I waited.
For once.
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