So I am sitting here in my room listening to a little Jason Mraz and drinking a little Roobios tea with the sunshine streaming though the windows and this thought popped into my head.
I'm happy. Like really, truly happy.
I almost had to laugh because of how much over the past couple years I had been kicking and screaming emotionally and mentally trying to figure out how to have the upper hand with my depression and bulimia, and then happiness sneaks up on me on a Monday morning without me even realizing it.
The road has been hard. Ridiculously hard. But in the end it is worth it. For all the hurt and pain we go through on our journeys, it shapes us into who we are supposed to be. God can take anything and make it into something good, because he is the bombdiggity. :) True happiness starts with him. Without God, other types of happiness are just breaths in the cold, there for an instant and gone in a moment. God gives a kind of happiness that doesn't fade. A kind of happiness that sneaks up on your on a Monday morning while you are drinking a little Roobios and listening to a little Jason Mraz.
Not to say God is a magic wand you can wave and then POOF you no longer have any self-esteem issues or any depression. But he is the best starting place anyone could ask for. He'll be there for you through thick and through thin, on the bad days and the good days. He can give you the strength to get back up and keep fighting for hope.
So lift up your Monday morning tea mugs in support of hope.
Here's to getting better.
