“I just want him to be happy…”
“Don’t you want him to be happy?”
“Happy . . . happy . . . happy!”
Happy. H.A.P.P.Y. Happy seems to be a word that has been thrown at me quite a bit over the last couple of years. At first my response was almost a too – immediate “yes” or maybe a “yes . . . but . . .”
One thing my own life has shown me is the more I try to be happy, the more happiness eludes me. When I’ve made happiness the goal, I have fallen short. Sometimes so short, that I’ve hit rock bottom.
God’s will for my life is not always the easiest place to be. But the more I have sought Him, the more I have leaned into Him, the more I have surrendered to Him the less concern I have for my happiness. Ironically … the more concerned I am about my relationship with my Creator, the happier I am.
If I make happiness my goal, God’s plan for me will be limited.
So as I contemplate those questions asked about happiness . . . whether it be my own happiness, or the “supposed” happiness of a loved one . . . an adult child, a family member, or a close friend . . .
my only answer can be ~ What am I really living for? What are you really living for?
Happiness . . . but at what cost?
This is what the Lord says:
The man who trusts in mankind,
who makes human flesh his strength
and turns his heart from the Lord is cursed
The man who trusts in the Lord,
whose hope indeed is the Lord, is blessed.
Jeremiah 17: 5 and 7