Thursday, January 6, 2011

The weigh to happiness

I wonder why it is with us human beings that we know the way to happiness is to give our lives to our Creator. We are here to serve our Creator's purpose but yet we try try try to achieve our own purpose. That can never make us happy yet we buy into that so much. We buy into the thought that what we own materially will make us happy, that the amount of money we have will make us happy, that the size of our body will make us happy...all things that take us away from knowing and believing that serving our Creator's purpose is where happiness lies. It is time to give Him our all, in everything we say and do we need to reflect His light! Nothing else matters! Yet we allow it to matter! How busy we keep ourselves, how tied to fear we keep ourselves instead of giving HIM our all! We get busy raising our kids, yet the only thing that really matters is that we love our children. We accept them for who they are because that is Love and Love is what our Creator's purpose is for us. Our children only need for us to love and accept them. Not every child is going to be and A student. Is it easier for us to love a child that is an A student than it is to love a D student? Maybe getting A's is not important to every child, why do we try to make it that way. Not every child is going to be a star athlete. Is it easier for us to love the child who is a good athlete? Not every child is going to be perfectly healthy. Is it easier for us to love a healthy child? Not every child is going to go to the school of their choice. Is a child who is afforded the privelage to go to the "best" school easier for us to love? Why have we bought into this? Love is accepting a person for who they are and that gives that person freedom to be the best that they could be but the best doesn't mean the smartest or the richest, the best means that they in turn let Love lead their lives and therefore are living the way the Creator meant for them to live. Why have we let ourselves believe that in trying to make our children perfect, that would somehow make our lives better? I see it all around me. In fact, it smothers me. Why am I constantly in a state of flux because my son is messy? Since I am always upset about it, what message am I giving him. Is it one of love and acceptance or is it that my love comes with the stipulation of him not being messy? Is it because it has been so ingrained in me that somehow I am responsible for him being messy and therefore I must change it. Sounds to me like it has little to do with him and everything to do with me yet he is the one that will carry the burden his entire life that LOVE comes with stipulations. Only children that are neat (bright, healthy, A students, good athletes, etc.) are loved. That somehow he is damaged because he is not neat. When am I going to just accept the fact that he is not neat and tidy. Somehow it is not important to him. Is it more important for me to have a nice and tidy household if it comes at a price of my son feeling like he is damaged and unloved because tidiness is not important to him? Isn't my job as a parent not so much to make sure he cleans his room but to make sure that each and every day he is felt loved and accepted? Which one is going to make his life happier and more fulfilled if he is neat and tidy or he is loved? I guess when it is put that way, it is easy to decide.
This world is not going to change where we as people who were created by GOD and were taught by Jesus Christ himself that the important thing in life is to serve HIM by always choosing LOVE in our lives unless we start in our own homes. Then this world will be a better place. If we took as much time to focus on Loving our family as we took to sort out recycling, the world would be a much better place. We can do all this stuff to protect our environment, but if we can't make the effort to truly love the people in our lives, our environment and its condition is meaningless. Choose today to give GOD your all and let everything you say and do reflect the light of Jesus Christ!

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