Well after the past several days it's a wonder I can even begin to think about happiness. That alone makes me think....
I know, I'm crazy as a loon LOL!
But seriously. How many times do we allow the circumstances in our lives and/or the actions of others dictate OUR joy?
Here's the thing... we have a CHOICE. I've said this before to so many people and believed it myself. That didn't stop me from experiencing anger to a degree I've never felt before due to someone else's actions and attitudes these past several days.
However, the shift from that to pure happiness happened when I chose to not allow that situation to control me.
So, no matter what is going on and with whom, choose happiness, peace and joy. Choose not to let the actions and attitudes of others control your emotions. Choose to be happy and to trust that God is in control and will show Himself strong on your behalf.
The power of choice is yours....
Something to think about!
"Inspirational with an Edge! ™
Speaking of Choices....my short story is still available!
Best-selling novelist and songwriter, Camie Rogers has
penned numerous accounts of the secret love she holds in her heart.
Country-Music Superstar Kip Allen has changed from the shy, humble boy, to the
epitome of “star.” Can the two rediscover each other after one night of his
Home is where the Heart is Tour?
Excerpt: Too soon, the concert was over,
and security officers rushed her backstage. Waiting in the shadows apart from
the throng of frenzied fans vying for autographs and pictures, she watched with
concern as Kip raked his fingers through his hair. He heaved a tired sigh,
insisted on no more autographs, and then headed for his dressing room.
Camie stepped
forward, "Just one more autograph?" Kip turned at her soft request.
His eyes lit with recognition, and he gave her an unreserved smile.
"Camie!" He enfolded her in a big hug. "What are you doing
back here?"
A flush warmed her skin at the velvety-roughness of his voice. "I
won the prize package from the radio station. You know: Front row seat,
backstage pass, autographed C.D., etcetera, etcetera, etcetera." Her heart
raced at his nearness, her body trembled in his strong embrace. Feeling way too
comfortable in his arms, she disentangled herself and took a step back.
He grinned. "Great. You look
good."
Her heart skipped a beat. "So do you." Electricity sizzled
between them.
Always had.
Even in high school.
Theirs had been a subtle romance, underscored by sensual currents that
hummed whenever their eyes met or they ventured into a conversation, both too
shy to take the relationship further.
"What ever happened to us?"
She wondered aloud, finding it difficult to speak past her heart
hammering in her throat. "I still get all tongue-tied when you're
near." He smiled, that lazy, heart-stopping grin that drove females from
age five to fifty into a frenzy.
"You do?" he queried,
pulling her closer once more.
The husky softness of his voice sent delicious shivers down her spine,
and she choked on a yes.
"Me too." He stroked her cheek.
Her senses swirled at the tender touch. She placed her hand over his and
gazed into his sea-green eyes. Whether a moment, an eternity, or the simple
span of a heartbeat passed, she wasn’t sure, but she relished the encounter. He
dropped his hand from her face and broke eye contact.
"I don't know what happened. I wanted to roam, you wanted a
home." He chuckled at the corny rhyme.
"Sounds like the makings of a hit."
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