Blogger: Debbie Arace, “Ray of Sunshine, Hope & Laughter”

The older I get, the less I understand why some of us won’t accept the reality that there is a God.  Why do we have a hard time acknowledging the existence of The Creator of Life? Why do we deny the existence of God?  Have we been so disappointed in life that we refuse to believe in a God that we feel let us down?  Do we reject Him because we feel rejected?  Maybe we’ve never been hurt or rejected, we just believe that we evolved through time.  Okay, so that means we evolve, we live, and we die.  We were here, and now we’re not.  Goodbye, Fini, that’s all folks.  What’s the purpose then of living?
There has to be a reason for life.  It can’t just be over and out.  There has to be more to it than that.  There has to be purpose.  That purpose has to be from God.  I can’t prove to you there is a God, any more than you can prove to me there is not. I can only share my beliefs with you.
We can believe that good things happen.  We can also believe that bad things will happen.  Both are true.  Good and bad happens. That’s life.  Either way, we believe in something. What we believe becomes our foundation.  We build our lives on it.   If we’ve been hurt or disappointed, we might build it with a negative flow of energy.  We start to believe that something is either wrong with us or with the rest of the world.  We reject positive input, out of fear it will end disastrously.  We’re only gonna be let down so why bother believing.  We set ourselves up by accepting that nothing good is coming our way. We’re never gonna find happiness.  The world is out to get us.  People are out only for themselves. We become hardened and find ourselves going into survival mode.  Fending for ourselves is the only way out.  Life gave us a bad blow, and now we’re going to take control of our own lives.  Our belief system gets ambushed. We become believers of the wrong things.   Our lives become one with no faith.  We deny what is ours because if we accept it, we may also accept the pain that may come with it. We want a pain free life.  Unfortunately, that reality does not exist.  Whether we believe in God or not, pain can find its way to us.  Isn’t it better to believe in someone who will carry us through it, then to go through it alone? Is it possible that we are doing ourselves a disservice by not believing in God?
To believe in God means to accept that One greater than ourselves is in Control. We take the good with the bad, and we learn from both. We marvel at the unexpected.  Delight in the awe of knowing we are not alone.   We embrace the joy that is found when something that seems impossible happens. We trust without question.  Of course, we realize that things may not happen as we’d like.  That’s okay because we understand that God knows what’s best for us.  He will deliver to us in His way by His time, not in our way or our time.  We weather the storms knowing that without rain, there are no rainbows with a pot of gold awaiting us.
In my life, I have found that the best things have happened because of my belief in God. I trust Him.  All that I am and all that I do comes from Him.  I’m not perfect, I stumble and fall all the time.  But God is right there waiting for me to call for His aid.   I know that my fall is needed, in order to teach me how to stand without wavering.   Life teaches me balance.  If things don’t happen exactly the way I hoped they might, it’s fine.  Of course, I’d like smooth sailing but what would that teach me?    I know there’s a reason why it didn’t happen exactly as I may have hoped.  Often times it happens better than expected. If it doesn’t happen, something else will take its place.  Something even better.  Something that will balance the ebb and flow of life.  One thing I can tell you for sure, when I stand in my own way things go upside down.  My desire to control sends me out of control. The moment I let go of trying to control and turn things over to God, the more in control I become.  Things happen in Gods way, not my way.  Amazing things happen. Now I’m not unrealistic, I know bad things can also happen.  It is because I trust God with my life, that I have been able to weather the roughest of storms.   He always sees me through the rough moments.  It’s the little everyday showers that I have difficulty getting through.  That’s because I think I can handle those on my own. It’s the stubbornness in me wanting my own way.  Silly me for even entertaining that thought.  I know better.
We all believe in something.  We either believe there is a God or there is not.  We believe we control our own destiny or that God does.  If we believe in God we take everything in, accept what comes our way, and have faith that God will see us through.  If we believe we have a black cloud over our head, that cloud may follow us through life because we don’t believe it will go away. If we don’t believe in God, well then we better have enjoyed life to its fullest because that’s all there is.  What we choose to believe will become our reality. I’ve been blessed in what I believe in.  I believe and trust in God.   I know without Him, I would not have weathered my storms.  Each storm I get through leaves a coin in my hand from my pot of gold.  I’d like to collect the rest.  The only way I will is by God placing them in my hand.
Why not believe in what makes all things possible. The Creator who will reveal the purpose of our existence.  Is it not better to live in hope of a better eternal world where there is no end to our being?  To believe in something rather than nothing, so that when the time comes for us to say goodbye to this world, our belief will bring us to a new world which awaits our arrival.  A world that welcomes us with open arms because we dared to believe in what we knew nothing of, but trusted anyway!
There’s a saying which goes something like this:  It’s better to have believed in God, and never know He doesn’t exist, then to live a life rejecting God, and finding out He does.
Married 44 years to my hubby whose purpose in life is to prevent me from getting through the “Pearly Gates”.  Mother of two, Nanna of four loving granddaughters and retired secretary aka administrative assistant.  I went to the University of Hard Knocks where I received my Doctorate.  My thesis is titled:  How To Survive Life’s Trials Without Killing Yourself or Someone Else.  I live by the belief that when life throws you a curve, learn from it rather than use it against yourself.  Faith and humor are my survival kit.  Appreciate the simple things for they are the true treasures of life.
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