It's official: One chooses ones path in this life.
And - while factors like childhood events, parents' choices, and the general travails of living can and do affect the mind, the body, the spirit, and the soul, there comes a moment in time in which every human makes a choice. Actually, human make choices all day long- what to eat, what to wear, what to holler out of the car window at the human who just almost side-wiped you in rush-hour traffic. Where to live, what route to drive to work or the grocery store, or what to cook for dinner, or what to say to the screaming 2 yr old in the back seat who missed her nap because of unavoidable disruptions in her daily routine....all of these, choices.
Yet Happy Appy is often amazed at how many people move through this life cloaked in a fog of self-absorption, unwilling to face the hard truth that every word, every action, every deed, every thought - is a choice.
Happy Appy should be less amazed. Until just a couple of years ago, she too wore the cloak. She too is guilty of embracing the fruits of the flesh, and disregarding the fruits of the Spirit.
2007 was a year of facing hard truths, admitting sins, seeking forgiveness, and committng to change.
Happy Appy is a far cry from who she knows she can be. And she holds more guilt than most because Happy Appy was offered the knowledge and the tools she needed when she was a child. Ever the rebellious child, Happy Appy threw away what she needed the most and jumped into the mire.
The mire - it's not so pretty. Although to those who are blind and do not see, it might appear quite nice, comfy, and warm. In reality, Mire is stinky (worse than fresh skunk oil on dogs). It's sticky (ever been sprayed by wet georgia red clay kicked up by your brothers' spinning - and stuck - tires?). It's gross (think of the grossest thing you can - it's worse). It's filled with sharp shiny objects that entice you and then cut your soul to shreds (think, Hollywood). And all the other little piggies in the mire, snort and rut and consume right alongside you.
Happy Appy woke up one day, shook her head free of the fog, and began to listen to the persistent, unrelenting, pragmatic voice in the back of her head..."What the heck are you doing? Is this who you really want to be? Really? I think you know better than this. Get up, get out, and do something about who you have become."
One day Happy Appy reached a point where she made a choice to make a choice, and that choice was to get out of the mire.
It must be acknowledged that Happy Appy's Hubby wore holes in the knees of his pants, praying for her every single day, for hours, during those years. Happy Appy's Hubby - well, there aren't enough earthly words to describe his Virtues as a Husband and as a Man, but suffice it to say that when God asks Happy Appy who loved her the most (and the most unconditionally) on Earth, she will proudly and loudly declare Hubby's name. It was, after all, Hubby's hand that Happy Appy grasped to keep from drowning in the mire.
Happy Appy leaves on this thought: Titus 2:1 - 5
As women, we make choices as to who we are and how we conduct ourselves. What saddens Happy Appy is the observation that since the early-80's, there seems to be a trend in Societal Role Models for girls and there are many threads that tie together to create the Mardi Gras-esque quilt of women we (as a group) seem to have become (feminism, evolution theory, consumerism).
Happy Appy admits she herself has a long way to go. But if we can start pulling ourselves out of the mire and teaching others to do the same, then maybe, just maybe, there's hope for the future.
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