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What is Happy?


What makes us happy? How do we define happy? Is it the sun warming our skin after torrential rains have finally ended? Is it the laughter of a child playing on a swing? Is it the presence of God filling our soul as we watch a rainbow in the sky?

Happy can be so many different things. My trusty dictionary defines it as feeling or showing pleasure or contentment; fortunate; pleasing. So maybe happy is learning to be content whatever our circumstances. I've often read Paul's words and wanted to embrace them, to know a peace that can fill an empty soul no matter what. I want to always find my job in the simple things that surround me.

Perhaps all of us have known the times we wanted something so badly, whether it was a new job, a new electronic gadget or a special vacation. Then we got whatever it was we wanted only to find that it didn't make us as happy as we expected. That hole we were trying to fill couldn't be filled by what we thought we wanted. Happy remained elusive -- so we sought something else. And the same thing happened. Happy, we learned, wasn't a thing to be acquired but rather a something to fill our soul.

This morning I watched a newborn calf lying snuggled against its mother's side. That calf had no cares or worries. He was safe in the knowledge that his mother was there, providing for all his needs. Oh, that we could always be so content and so sure that our Heavenly Father will provide for all our needs. Maybe that is what happy truly is.
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