It makes me laugh a little every time I think about my three-year-old niece and the time she asked me "why?" so many times in a row that I finally said, "Mike I don't know because that's the way it is!" Then immediately asked me, "Is it because you don't know Rissa?"
Man what a pill to swallow. That's a rough one to hear from a three-year-old. But this past week the "why" word has really got me thinking. Why? Why can life be so rough, but it always comes back to something so simple.
My Hallelujah.
I don't even remember what sparked such an interest. Maybe it was when I was about 12 years old. I wanted to know about my grandma, Linda Fae Gibson Barnes. I've heard a few stories here and there about her, but the thought never really came across for me to find out who she really was and is.
Since then, I had this sudden interest to find out more about her. To know how she was when she was younger, as she married my grandpa, how she was tender as a mother, and how she spent her time on this earth. I can't say a particular experience, but I know her. I know my grandma Linda. She's my best friend, my hallelujah.
You didn't even ask.
I never really had very many questions about the Plan of Happiness. It's always been there and made sense as to what it was. I guess I'm saying I never sought to learn more about it. But I didn't even ask Heavenly Father, He showed me.
He showed me through the life of Jesus Christ. My brother, Savior, and friend. He showed me that life is very much meant for living. For being happy and serving others. For doing what's right, even if it isn't prevalent or even if you won't get the recognition. He showed me when we are asked to do something, we do it. And it's entirely possible to do it happily.
Praise Him.
Praise to our brother. Praise to Him for teaching us to live a happy life, Praise to Him for being willing enough to suffer for my sins and yours. Praise to Him for suffering yet again on the cross to complete His willing duty. Praise to Him for rising the third day to be resurrected. Praise to Him for showing and leading by example that life does not start at birth or end at the grave. Praise to Him.
Now I know the Plan of Happiness.
Because Jesus Christ rose that third day, I can see my grandma Linda again. I can reunite with her. I can be comforted by her and Him on this mortal journey of learning and happiness. Because He was resurrected, this is not the end. I can start to understand the "why" on the hardest things of life. I know that the Plan of Happiness is just that, a plan to make us happy and feel joy now and forever. He rose again, and that is my Hallelujah.
