I was listening to White Christmas today:
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the one's I used to know
Where the tree tops glisten
And children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow
And the thought occured to me how much I miss Colorado and the white Christmases my family used to enjoy. And then I caught myself thinking, "I bet Christmas would be perfect if it were snowing." However, if I've learned anything from leaving one life to find another it is that change of circumstances never makes anything perfect. In fact, it barely, if at all, makes anything better. You can leave, you can arrive, you can have and lose, but nothing truly changes.
I've lost count of the number of times I've heard "When I'm married..." or "When I'm rich..." or "When I get this job..." or "When I do..." And I'd be lying if I were to say that none of these phrases have ever crossed my mind or lips, but I've decided phrases like this lend to the idea of conditional happiness and we're surrounded by them. I'll be happy when...
Why can't we be happy now? What is it we think we're going to get with money or fame or marriage? I pray for you, dear reader, as well as myself, that your happiness has nothing to do with what you have or achieve, but with who you are in Christ at this very moment.
May all your Christmases be white,