You smile too much.

You smile too much..😆😆

When I was in secondary school I used to get punished by Seniors because I smiled alot..
I was described as the smiley girl.
I had to come up with an explanation every time someone asked me "why are you smiling"?
I would say no I am not smiling I just have a smiley face.
As soon as I saw a senior I would attempt to frown..I wasn't always successful..
I still couldn't hide my smiley face😊
I made lots of Friends and received favours as a result.😆

Life has always had a way of trying to stop me from smiling...
I lost my mother at age 14.
I battled depression at age 17 till I was 19
I failed and had to repeat 2 years at University
I lost a Child at Age 27
I had a miscarriage at age 32..
and inbetween there have been challenges that are common to all of us.

But still I smile..
It is a conscious choice I make daily
to smile through it all.
Some one asked me why I am always so happy and fun to be around.
I smiled..It is a choice.. I choose to be a beacon of joy instead of gloom.
Because I know in whom I have believed in.

Every day there are situations asking me why I am still smiling..I smile because God has got me and He ain't through with me yet.
It would always end in praise.

Instead of allowing what you have or are going through make you bitter,Change your perspective and see God in your circumstance.
Instead of wearing a frown and carrying your issues on your face,Put a smile on.
God is not about to abandon you.Smile.
Smile because you Know your Heavenly father is good and has marvellous plans for you.
Smile,It cost nothing.

I have told you these things, so that in Me you may have [perfect] peace. In the world you have tribulation and distress and suffering, but be courageous [be confident, be undaunted, be filled with joy]; I have overcome the world.” [My conquest is accomplished, My victory abiding.]
John 16:33 Amp

#stopsmilingbeserious
#smilethroughit
#rejoice
#wedonotlooklikewatwehavebeenthrough
#Godhasgotus
#smile
#faithspiration
#thiswomanoffaith.

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