What is your favorite flavor of ice cream? Cup or cone? Sprinkles? Cookie crumbs? Dipped in chocolate? What is the combination that just makes your mouth water when you order it from the Drive-in--the one you always order? For me its simple: soft-serve vanilla ice cream with rainbow sprinkles in a waffle cone. Yum.
Well imagine ordering it--with a perfect triple-swirl and the sprinkles of every color covering every surface of frigid ice cream that patiently sits on the fresh waffle cone waiting to be devoured. Mouth watering? Well now imagine tripping over a rock and watching, in slow motion, that perfect ice cream cone crashing to the ground and immediately becoming a swirling and melting rainbow puddle. Now imagine a small dog coming up and licking that puddle. To add a little irony to this unfortunate insult, add some pouring down rain.
That was my week.
I was born a natural pessimist. Can you tell? I simply enjoy wallowing in the negative aspects of life. This skill raised to an artform throughout my teen years when I, like most teens in the world, was convinced that my parents and everyone else in the world, who couldn't possibly understand what I was going through, had one goal: to ruin my life. I remember countless arguments with my parents over the silliest things that seemed to be the most important things in the world at the time--its funny that I don't remember any of the actual topics of the arguments, just that they took place.
As I have slowly grown in maturity, those optimists that I once loathed, because they ruined my pity parties and made me feel this size of a bean whenever I would wallow in the negative, became intriguing to me. You know the people I'm talking about: the ones who could find sunbeams during a thunderstorm, or could find something positive to say about a tone-deaf person singing an Aretha Franklin song, or could be excited for the dog who gets to lick their just-spilled-not-yet-eaten puddle of ice cream with sprinkles off the ground. Those people are so amazing to me--when I WANT to climb on board of their happy train. When I don't feel so positive, I want to ring there necks with their sunbeams and compliments, scoop up the ice cream puddle and throw it their face.
Over time, though, I have seen that optimism is such an attractive quality to have. Biblically the word is joy. As an English teacher, I like to find synonyms for simple words. My favorite is "rapture" to be "in rapture" would be to have overwhelming felicity or pleasure. I don't think that dictionary.com does a great job of defining the word joy, though, because the first word was "happiness." The Oxford English dictionary does a better job by defining it as "a vivid emotion of pleasure arising from a sense of well-being or satisfaction; the feeling or state of being highly pleased or delighted."
Joy is the second fruit of the spirit mentioned in Galatians 5, preceeded solely by love. John Mayer says "love is a verb" theology that I definitely agree with, and I'd like to argue maybe that joy is a verb as well. James 1 says "consider it pure joy to face trials of many kinds." That means joy is an action--its a choice. To be joyous, one must be in complete contentment and confidence that her needs are met--whether they want to or not. Its a concious state of mind that takes work--even for optimists.
As a pessimist, the state of being joyful is not something that happens with ease. Its hard work for me. I have to conciously remind myself of my identity in Christ, of what side I am on, and of my expectations and purposes. Sometimes it comes much easier that other times. When I find myself in a state of prosperity, I can be thankful for a whole lot of things. But catch me in a moment of adversity and forget it. I wallow. I'm such a selfish sinner. When God finds it in His pleasure and will to bless me--its really easy to look at the positive sides of things and have the shallow ice-cream-with-sprinkles-on-it joy, but when that ice cream with sprinkles falls off the cone and crashes on the ground, its really hard to think of something to be thankful for.
This was an ice-cream-on-the-ground kind of week and all I wanted to do was kick the dog. It was a challenge to find the positive things throughout my week. My mind has been in the US for the past month, and I have been counting down the days until my flight (70 days). Every time something would go wrong this week, I'd just repeat the amount of days I have left in my mind which left me even more depressed because I just wanted to go home. I tried so hard to find blessings of this week that I conciously had to sit down and write them in my journal.
He managed to help me think of an abundance (more than 40) of blessings that I have in my life right now. In this season--not just things to look forward to in the next. He brought me a type of contentment that I haven't had in a long time, and for that I am overwhelmingly blessed. The week that started with the Hope of the Resurrection is what made me see that He is a Just God of grace--the greatest contradiction known to man, and I am privileged to know him.
Here are some of the blessings I wrote about this week:
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| These are all missionary kids that I have babysat, discipled, taught, or ministered to throughout this year. They are my out-of-school ministry, and I love them all dearly. We took these pictures after Easter dinner. |
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| These are my seventh graders on theme-day. Our theme was Disney characters. I got a little bit into it. |
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| I baked this pizza last night and shared it with a couple neighbors. It was a pick-me-up ending to a hard week. |
As God has challenged me this week, I hope he challenges you to look for those blessings in your life that you are just NOT entitled to. I pray that you choose joy this week as you are in the thick of life and tempted to kick the dog eating your puddle of ice cream.
Thanks for your prayers and support! You are all a huge blessing in my life...what are some blessings you have experienced this week that you might want to share as a COMMENT below?
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Rachel
