So I feel like the new blogger format is super svelte and really user friendly...unless you were used to the old one. Now I'm moderately confused but I'm predicting that in a day or two I'll recover, thanks for asking. =)
This is going to be a short post, and maybe more serious than my usual posts. Some things have happened in my circle of friends this week, basically people announcing decisions they've made about how they want to live and sometimes these decisions aren't Biblically based. I was thinking about how many people are actually excited for people when they sin, because it makes them 'happy'. And I've been thinking about this in the back of my mind for most of the week.
Yesterday my toddler and I went outside for some playtime. I'm pretty much frighteningly allergic (slight exaggeration, but only really slight) to everything green. Grass and trees are my worst allergies, and since we live in the woods (which I love) guess what we have lots of?
Yep. Grass and trees. But I am so off track. Annnnyway.
So we went outside and I pulled out the bottle of bubbles I have and blew some bubbles for him. It confuses him that he can't hold them so we can usually only play for a few minutes before he gets frustrated, BUT yesterday I learned something from watching him chase those streams of bubbles across the yard.
We are sometimes like toddlers.
Anytime we try to find happiness apart from Christ, outside of His will, we are like my adorable son chasing those bubbles. He has fun chasing them, but once he 'catches' them they pop. They're almost an illusion, because really, once they pop, it's like they were never there. It's the same with this so called 'happiness' that comes when we as Christians pursue something we know is wrong. Sure it looks fun and we may even have fun, but at the end is...nothing. Not the happiness we'd hoped for. Just us--confused, hurt, and wondering what it is we felt was so important to chase in the first place.