Thursday, April 6, 2017

Faith.... Hope.... Choices

It's your choice:

I know in this world we were meant to have happiness.
"..men are, that they might have joy.."

But this world is wrecked with conflict and misery. So, how is it that we can find joy?
It is a choice.

I could have been a bitter person. Maybe I should be! Tormented into submission, drowned in the bottom of a bottle, lost faith in humanity, teetered on the edge of becoming permanently heartless and cold...
I just wanted something different than this.

My mom has great faith. A gift, I believe, I share with her. She supported the efforts of making us attend church every week. I know now her reasons were different than stepdad's. She had pure intentions of actually teaching us about religion. Stepdad used it as a front, a cover.
Of course I didn't want to be there, but at some point, some things just stuck. The teachings, the scriptures, just made sense. I knew in my heart of hearts, deep down, I knew it was right.

It was there my teeny tiny spark of hope from somewhere deep within my very being originated. Somewhere along the wrong path I was on, I chose to find a different way.
I held tight to that hope. The hope that things could change. Hope that I could become a better person, and hope that I might have a chance at life.

I wouldn't have had any hope if there wasn't any faith to back it up. It was there. It was always there, I just chose to bury it. As I let it emerge, everything changed. Everything!

I choose to hold tight to my faith. For me, I know that it's right. It gives me hope. Without that, where would I be now?

Even now, after what seems like a life time of pain and struggle, I still choose to have hope that everything will be ok.

I've been so sick my mom had to carry my unresponsive body to the doctor, I survived a plane crash, I traveled to a foreign country that almost took my life. Those are just a few examples of times my life could have ended.
I'm guessing I still have a purpose for still being here. I've been told in my darkest hours, "Don't lose hope. Just, don't lose hope!"
Without faith, my hope would've been lost ages ago.

Most times I also choose to be happy.
My 'rosie glasses' help me to view the world around me in a better light.
Sure, I realize that generally this world sucks, but I sometimes see the good it has to offer. Or rather, I CHOOSE to see the good in it. I've seen enough of the bad...
I would like to be part of the good.
I'm ready for faith, hope & happiness.

Which will you choose?