Some of us think we have to make our lives a masterpiece.
The perfect picture of happiness.
The problem comes when the inevitable is smeared across our hard work, like paint splatter across the Mona Lisa.
We don't know what to do when anger knocks or sorrow comes to stay.
When life gets turned upside down and our control is torn away.
We allow the mind set of worldly happiness be our guide.
saying these feelings of sadness or grief are negative since that was what we have been told.
But the longer I grow in faith I find that happiness was never what I sought, I want joy.
Many think that joy is close to happiness but I have found that it is actually more akin to hope.
Our father created each emotion for a reason, he feels heartbreak deeply too.
He has shown me that joy is found with in the sorrow and hurt, not outside of it.
Yes sadness teaches lessons happiness can not; it also leads to a deeper appreciation of the happy moments after it.
But joy is finding hope and peace in the small things despite the pain, leaning on our father for our weakness is His strength.
No, the paint splatters in our lives aren't something to despair, they are embellishments and new beginnings of something beautiful created all by Him.