Never-Ending Bliss

As I am sitting here in a coffee shop, my green tea to my right, a whole-grain muffin to my left, it all seems a bit too cliché. My life is not nearly interesting enough to write a blog, yet here I am, and here goes nothing. My primary goal is to not bore anyone to sleep during the process, so fingers crossed.

While I try to prepare myself mentally, emotionally, and spiritually to embark on a three-month journey that will take me halfway across the world, I thought now is as good of a time as any to make some use of the thoughts prancing through my head.

My first post is all about one word, a word that is also the inspiration for the name of my blog.

Bliss- noun. - perfect happiness; great joy.

This word could possibly be my favorite word in the English language. Its simplicity rolls right off the tongue so effortlessly.

But what exactly is bliss? What does it even mean to be perfectly happy?

I've been searching for an answer to this for a long, long time. I started to believe it could be achieved by a large friend group, a perfect home-life, a perfect boyfriend, but after experiencing all of these things, I never found what I would call "bliss". Yes, all of these things gave me great happiness, but I always imagined "bliss" to be something a bit more.

Then it hit me.

There is one place in the entire world where I have never been sad....wait for it...wait for it....

Church!

Ironic, huh? The one place that gives me the most happiness is a place that isn't all about me. All along I was searching for happiness solely for myself, and how selfish is that? I spend so much of my time asking for favors from God that I take it for granted. That one hour in Church is finally a time where I can say "It doesn't matter what I receive. Now let's see how much I can give." The only way I will obtain a great state of bliss is by giving. And this brings me to the first half of my blog title Never-Ending Bliss.

It's as simple as this, we can never ever give too much.