A while ago I just decided to be happy. Not to feign happiness, but to truly be happy. Happy because I am a blessed man. Blessed with salvation, blessed with an amazing wife and kids, who are the loves of my life.
Happy because I have something more important, more valuable, more wonderful and beautiful than anything in this world. I have Christ. Honestly, what could be so bad?
You say “well, you’ve lived a charmed life, Chris”. But I think those of you who truly know me know that this is far, far from the case. Kristi and I have been through hell over the last 5 years. I mean, let’s just start with this: I started a luxury business precisely when our economy fell off of a cliff. . Furthermore, I have become estranged from members of my family with whom I had previously been very, very close. The pain from this estrangement has at times been crippling, leading to many, many dark days. Had I the money for a psychiatrist during this time, there’s no doubt that Prozac or Zoloft would have become part of my daily routine.
I feel like God caused these things to take place in my life to drive me to my knees. I am an incredibly stubborn person. I needed to treasure Christ above all else, and there was only one way I was going to learn this.
And so there was a moment a while back when I just said “Ok! That’s it! I am just going to be happy. I am not going to waste my life being sad and stressed out and depressed anymore. I have the Ultimate Treasure. I even have a family that fills my heart to overflowing with love. Time to get over myself and be happy!”.
One of the best decisions I’ve ever made.