Choose Ye This Day
Dave and I have been talking a lot about how you can't choose what happens to you in life.
How sure, some things we choose to do help us avoid negative consequences or experiences (for example, exercising makes us less likely to have heart problems OR gives us more energy, etc.).
But for the most part, we really have very little control over what happens to us in this life.
The good.
The bad.
We really have very little control over it all.
We really only have control over our response to life's events.
And that's PRETTY heavy when you think about it.
Why? Because I don't really like everything that happens to me--or my family and friends--in life.
In fact, there's A LOT I don't like.
There's A LOT I want to be able to change.
How can I enjoy life if I can't control it?
How can I enjoy life when there's literally a crap storm all around me?
How can I enjoy life AMIDST A LOT of crappy, crummy, often OVERWHELMING things that happen to the people I love?
I know how.
By choosing my response.
And that doesn't mean I'm Pollyanna in a way that's fake and phony.
It doesn't mean that I'm going to "grin and bare it."
It doesn't mean I won't complain, cry, get angry, swear (LOL), etc.
What I'm realizing is that my response to life's CRAP (and a lot of it is just that--messy and smelly and everywhere!) has to be this:
I have to call on every bit of good/love I am able to--everyday--as I live.
I have to choose--everyday, sometimes every second--who(m) I will serve:
Love or fear?
Good or bad?
Heaven or hell?
And here's what I'm thinking this morning . . .
It's got to be love.
I have to choose love every single time.
And when I don't have the strength to do that--then I need to lean on my family and friends to choose it for me.