The Search For Happiness

When the road less traveled, just turns out to be the road that is less.                                 IMG_0201

When the job fills the ego, but starves the soul…

and the search for happiness is hard and long…

These things cause a body to long for more.

More of the things that truly matter.

 

You don’t have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body. –C.S. Lewis

 

This world and what it has to offer, will never be enough.

We were made for more than this world.

Creation was fractured when sin entered in.

God’s perfect world, left wounded and hurting because of mankind’s choice.

But, this will not always be so….

 

And you might say to me, “Jesus, is just a panacea for the weak”

“a placebo for the needy.  I am more than that”.

But, your more is never enough. Deep down you realize this.

And the race continues to run you ragged.

You are breathing hard from the search.

When you finally reach, what you thought, was the finish line…

You see that happiness doesn’t wait for you there. It is elusive.

You need more time. You need more money. You just need more of something…

That is, unless your joy is in the Lord.

When the road is unsure and the longing wears at your soul…

Open the door. Look to the One who knows you intimately.

The One who knows your need.

 

“Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; the one who seeks finds; and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened.” Matthew 7:7-8 NIV

 

You will find, Jesus is enough.

Nothing else this world has to offer is going to fill the void.

It can’t…

because it is only He who is able to make you complete.

 

“…For in Him all the fullness of Deity dwells in bodily form, and in Him you have been made complete…” Colossians 2:9-10

 

 

 

 

 

 

Everyone Has One…

Many dry cleaners place cleaned clothes inside...

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Everyone has one. A story, that is.

I’ve mentioned before that I enjoy a good story. Most people I encounter believe they don’t have anything interesting to say. That’s just not true. Don’t argue with me about this. I’m right.

“Mom, I need to get a part time job. So does Betsy. We’re thinking we could work together.”

With that said, my friend, Betsy and I got a job, after school at a local laundry/dry cleaners. Our boss was named Bucky. Yes, you read that correctly. Betsy and I were assigned to the business shirts. We were 16 and 17, respectively. We still babysat on the side, but we were now working women. We had jobs. We treated stains on men’s business shirts! The prestige of it all. Those thoughts lasted all of about 2 seconds. Then reality set in. Stinky, stained reality.

A laundry/dry cleaners is not a glamorous place behind the scenes. Just sayin’. In case you thought it was or anything. I felt the need to set you straight. On a positive note, if you want to lose weight, work at a dry cleaners. With all the steam and pressing going on, it get’s hot in the back, like a sauna. Of course, all the weight loss is from sweating out all your bodily fluids. No kidding.

Betsy and I worked for about 3 hours each afternoon of the school week.  By the end of our 3 hours we were a little “loopy” from the solution used to get the stains out of the shirts. Even though the place was ventilated, I’m sure we lost some brain cells during our 6 month stint there. I remember thinking a few choice words to the business men that sent their shirts in to be cleaned with ink stains on them. Stop putting leaky pens in your shirt pockets!!! Don’t you know how stubborn those stains are?!

The first thing we were told on the job was to put anything we found in shirt pockets in a little bag that would be returned to the gentlemen when they picked up their shirts. You know, pens, receipts, packs of gum, money…the usual pocket stuff.

One day, I was working, minding my own business, when I came across a business shirt that was different. The front pocket was full…..of stuff. Let me just say this. I was embarrassed. My face was turning pink. Um….this was not a pen and some gum. I will leave it to your imagination. Let’s just say that it would put Victoria’s Secret to shame.

I had to ask my boss what to do? Do I put the hotel receipt and um…stuff in a little white bag and return it? Boss said, “No. Definitely not.”  To which I, in all my young innocence said, ” But, his wife might want this back.”  Boss said, ” maybe it’s not his wife’s.”  Then it hit me what he was saying. Oh, good grief!

For cryin’ out loud! Who needed Days Of Our Lives, when I had the “privilege” of working at the laundry? Seriously. Who knew?