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Faking It

I am often told that I always have a smile on my face. People tell me that I seem to be full of joy more often than not. With the exception of a guy a dated a loooooong time ago who told me I looked angry when I drive (which I do not know how that could be since I am usually singing like I just won American Idol and who can possibly look angry when they are singing, but whatever), people often ask how I am so happy. This got me thinking: am I always happy or am I faking it?

It is true that I carry a smile on my face more often than a frown. I don't do this to be fake or pretend that everything is always good and right and kumbaya. I can smile through the trials because I have a different perspective. You see, many of us celebrate Good Friday and Easter and then wait until next year to celebrate again. I live Good Friday and Easter everyday. I can smile when things are tough because I know Sunday is coming. I can have joy when I am experiencing a Good Friday moment because I know the victory of Sunday. My perspective in the midst of my pain produces my joy.

I can have turmoil boiling up inside me and still smile because I have hope in the One who is victorious. I know that no matter what life throws my way, Sunday is coming and that brings me peace. This doesn't mean that I am never sad, that I don't cry, that I never throw a fit, or never have a nervous break down. I experience all those things and am a highly emotional individual. I just know in the depths of my soul that whatever I am going through will pass and I will overcome because I have Jesus. If He can conquer the grave, surely I can make it through the pain.

So, the next time you see me smiling find comfort in knowing that the smile is a result of the victory that was found in a Sunday long ago.

"A jar of wine vinegar was there, so they soaked a sponge in it, put the sponge on a stalk of the hyssop plant, and lifted it to Jesus’ lips. When he had received the drink, Jesus said, “It is finished.” With that, he bowed his head and gave up his spirit." John 19:29-30

He is not here; he has risen! Remember how he told you, while he was still with you in Galilee: ‘The Son of Man must be delivered over to the hands of sinners, be crucified and on the third day be raised again.’ ” Luke 24:6-7

Love & Blessings,
Meg

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