"You gotta do what makes you happy in this life." "If only I had a bigger house, I would be happy. If only I made more money, I would be happy. If only I drove a nicer car, I would be happy. If only my husband paid more attention to me, I'd be happy."
Sorry, sweet cheeks, but that's not the answer.
Real happiness is not something you feel when you get everything you want. Although, It does feel pretty darn good at that moment. But, it is fleeting, isn't it? The newness wears off after time, and you are left with that same unfulfilled feeling. You then suddenly discover something different that you need to make you happy. The cycle is never-ending.
Everyone has this huge hole in his or her soul. You can try with all your heart to fill it.....money, clothes, jewelry, shoes, purses, houses, cars, flat screen TVs, friends, children, spouses. None of these things will work. Sure, they might feel ok for a while, but none is meant to fill that hole. That's why you feel so empty when you try to do so. The one and only one thing that will fill it?
The Big Guy upstairs.
(Don't turn me off quite yet, peeps. This is not meant to be a sermon, it's just a life lesson I learned that I am sharing with you.) You can search this whole wide world for true, lasting happiness, but if you don't have Him, you are not going to find it.
I have met many people in the 31 years I have been on this planet. The happiest people I have met?
Yet, these people are full of joy. It radiates from them. They are content with what they have. Their God-shaped holes are filled. They understand happiness much more than we do.
I've tried to pass this on to my children. One of my main goals as a mother was not to raise spoiled kids. (It's harder than you think when they look at you with those huge eyes!) I wanted them to have nice things, but you walk a fine line of creating a child with the Give-Mees. I felt like Bart and I were doing the best we could in this area. But, then I read a blog a few months ago that my sister-in-law found. (Gotta give her credit!) It really stuck with me, and it altered the way I think about happiness and my children. The title? "I Don't Want my Children to be Happy."
Stay with me here. It's worth reading. Here's what I took away....
I want my children to understand that happiness is fleeting. No woman, car, job, vacation, house, or new TV will fulfill them. I don't want them to search those things out in their lives. I want them to know their Father in heaven, be content with what they have in this life, and experience not happiness, but true joy. Joy that is unconditional. Joy that is not of this world.
I know this makes me crazy in the minds of some people. I don't really care. Please take the time to read this blog. (The link is below.) My hope is that it will impact you the way it has me.
Also, she's an amazing writer, so it's OK if you get hooked into reading her other posts. I did!