Confessions of a Good Girl

Back in college, ages and ages ago, I made a friend. And as I got to know her, I realized her life was in constant motion. She switched majors, jobs, churches, boyfriends, locations… always thinking that the next change was what was going to make life wonderful. But she was never quite happy. She’d be excited about the change, it would come, and, next thing you know, something better was coming. I realized something, watching her. She was always expecting life to bring her joy, but she never was looking to God to supply it. So I started praying, for myself, that I would find all my joy in God. Honestly, I didn’t really like the idea. I don’t know about you, but the image I had of someone who was “finding their joy in God” was that of someone who sort of walked around all day with this beatific smile on their face,   and was just vaguely happy because “God was with them”. This did NOT sound very appealing to me, but I knew I was supposed to “find my joy in God”, so there I