happiness

I don't think that it's hard for me to be nice to people. I don't think it's hard for me to be honest with people either. I think I have a pretty good handle on not coveting and honoring my father and my mother. I work really hard to praise God. It's funny that whenever I'm singing a song, it's usually a worship song - not a song that one would hear on the radio. I do believe that God exists - that is not up for discussion (unless I start thinking really hard, but I usually end up choosing to believe anyway). My sin is that I think I know what will make me happy...and sometimes I don't think God wants me to be happy. I have asked people if they think God wants us to be happy, and some have answered "not necessarily." That makes me sad...and angry. So, what do y'all think. Does God want us happy? I go to church, live a pretty good life (however, very far from perfect), try to serve others with my life, ask myself if I'm doing God's will, etc. Should I be happy...because I'm not...and when I'm not I do stupid things.

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Sunday Service

This morning's church service was great. Thanks to my younger sister for putting the order of worship together. Several people complimented me on the service afterward. I have to admit that I like the compliments. What I don't like is that I like the compliments - makes me feel selfish. Usually, when someone tells me I did a good job and they liked the songs, I say thank-you (like I was the one who made the service great...grr...that's me being mad at myself). This morning, after saying that to a couple of people, I began saying it wasn't me, it was the congregation. Wrong again. Finally, when I got in my truck to go eat lunch, the right answer came to me. Thank-you God for working through Your people this morning and receiving our praise. We were blessed by Your presence. Sometimes, it takes me a while to get things. God is still working and fighting for me. Even in the midst of my wretchedness, He blesses me and works through me. Amazing.

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