HAPPINESS PERSONIFIED

Ever heard the saying life happens when you’re making plans? This week I have come to bare witness to that statement. I’m a reasonably good Christian woman who has been raised correctly in the faith, I have been taught the good values of a Christian women but somewhere down along the road I seem to have forgotten the rules and lessons that I have been taught by my Christian and biological family. It’s not that I forgot the rules on purpose I just let life happen to me like most people. I make plans and demands of God that being a Christian I know I shouldn’t but I do it any ways. I had to learn the hard way that when God sets His plans in motion I have nothing better to do than ‘Pray in the storm while rowing for shore’. I am thankful for this lesson…because it has taught me that when I was a child I thought and reasoned like a child but when I became an adult I had to put all my childish things away and start to reason like an adult. Life is full of ups and down, lefts and rights, frogs and princes, princess and evil step sisters, but it is what you do with the gifts that have been given to you that will determine what it is u genuinely want that will make you happy. So make lemons out of lemonade and sit outside each and every morning to watch the sun rise as it signifies the dawn of a new day. And with each new day comes new hope. new dreams and new possibilites…

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