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Pursuit of happiness

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This is another page from my ninth book called "Dear God". I was inspired to write this book after writing "I am voting for God" on my blog. It continues in that format. Short letters (or prayers) to God. It gives me an opportunity to write more and write to God at different moments in my life.
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Dear God,

I am resting here and remembering the happy times. The happy moments. The good times. They say that life is how we make it. I want to make the times happy as long as I have the choice to. That cool breeze on a Sunday evening after I took a bath and then prayed. That sunset after a hot day. That feeling of accomplishment after a morning of house painting. These moments I get to write.

Happiness and our pursuit of happiness is part of the human condition. You created us with the ability to feel joy. To feel motivated. To feel accomplished. To want happiness. You want us to be happy. You want us to have hearts full of joy. You want peaceful joy for us. You want that joy that brings us closer to You. Happiness in faith and reliance on You.

Guide me to be happy doing the right things and being in the right places as You prescribed. I love walking. To me that is the best form of exercise. I also appreciate doing work around the house. I also find happiness in cooking healthy meals. I do not do enough of these. Help me take better care of my body, mind and spirit and see the joy in this. I am happy that I can write to You. I am happy to follow Godly content on my social streams that remind me of what is good.

Help me to give thanks for happiness, to never take this for granted. Show me how to share this joy with others, to spread the light you have given me. Let my happiness be a reflection of Your love, a beacon that guides me and those around me towards a life filled with purpose and contentment. And when the shadows fall, when happiness seems distant, remind me of these moments, these tangible reminders of Your grace, and grant me the strength to seek joy again.
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