Are you aware that there are people in this world who really don't care for happy, do-gooding people? We grate on their nerves, scratch relentlessly at the blackboards of their spines. We buzz in their ears like swarming flies. They swat, snarl, and twitch in a desperate effort to be rid of us, yet we just won't go. Some people just refuse to be happy. They'd rather not, thank you very much. They're happy being unhappy, but I can usually find some way in. I bet you can too.
Ever since I was born, people have called me Snow White. I used to have very black hair, and my skin is rather 'snowy' looking. I have never been able to tan even in a tanning bed. Except for those summers when I was on the neighborhood swim team. Because I was in the pool all the time, I got very brown during those summers. So, I'll be 'Snow White' forever! In more ways than one! She was a happy character.
I am a quiet, for the most part, person. I am also a very happy person. This happiness just bubbles up and spills out, even at the oddest times. Others may be crying but I will be trying to put a positive spin on the situation. I laugh when I am feeling deep pain, like when you bang your elbow or knee on something sharp. I can't help it. Most people holler. I laugh. I don't like confrontations or arguing. One woman, whom one of my brothers was dating, said in a snarling, sneering manner to a mutual friend that I was "Little Miss Innocent". I should have been offended but I had to laugh. Washed clean and tidied up I have been, but 'innocent'? When? Innocence implies lack of knowledge, and I can't lay claim to that lack.
Sometimes I just have to shake my head. If people only knew the real story, if people could watch my life in a film, they'd be fascinated. I bet your lives are the same.
Maybe I should spend the rest of my days moaning and groaning over the hand I was dealt, take up alcohol or drugs as a means of sedation, snarl at everyone as if they are somehow responsible for the fact that I WAS DEAF, DUMB, and BLIND for so many years--by golly, I was done wrong and someone has to pay for it! Hmmm.
Someone did pay for it, and that Someone gave me a thorough bath, dried me off, and sent me off in a new direction. That Someone wiped the tears out of my eyes, and soothed my soul. He commisserated with me, showed me how to forgive everyone involved in every part of every bad situation, and gave me another purpose--one that didn't involve any need for a strong knock-out pill or liquid.
Praise God, I am just so happy to be alive! In spite of all the things going on around me and in my life that are just so hard to deal with. How do you reign in pure happiness? I don't know. Why would you want to? Sorrow, confusion, pain, and happiness---they can be companions, you know. You really can be sad, yet happy, at the same time. If you know the Master. I wish I could find the words to express what it means. I will never understand why anyone would deny Him His rightful place in their lives. In Him, there is no need for more. You will have everything you desire and more because you will find that He is all you desire. Everything else, even the need for food, somehow fades into the background.
This is a Man who knows exactly how many hairs you have on your head, and where exactly all your birthmarks are. Have you ever tried to actually count the hairs on your head? It's impossible! For us. Not for Him. This is a Man who knows YOU and all your little quirks and still embraces you anyway!
Go out and spread joy. Sprinkle happiness freely over all those grouches. Smile a lot and be genuine about it.