Remember delight? It was a word for the year, a goal to practice delighting in God. And as the summer went by I realized that I have gotten away from it. I don't really know how it happened.
We got busy.
I got distracted.
And life went on.
And then school started and, well, we all know the unique busy that a new school year brings.
It's funny how you purpose in you heart to do one thing and then everything around conspires against that resolve. That is where I've been.
I long to delight in the Lord. To enjoy his presence, and to walk in peace because of that. But I've realized that delighting in God sometimes isn't as simple as just choosing do so. Life and all it's distractions can easily derail my intentions. I am reminded this morning that God's mercies are new to me every day, and my capacity to delight in him doesn't depend on my emotions. My ability to delight should not be dependant on what is going on in my life. Sometimes delighting is a conscience choice to be okay with what he is doing, even if I don't like what is going on around me. Like the sprained ankle that is keeping down on the couch today.
I can delight in him simply because he is good. He provides good things for his children. Learning to delight in God is a practice and it seems like it's taken a lot of discipline from me lately. It is hard to take my sometimes melancholy ways and turn them to the good things that God is doing. Good things like a wonderful conversation with my youngest's teacher, and stress over homework resolved. Good things like the turn in the season and the simplicity of another layer of blankets on the bed. Good things like the sound of my husband's voice as he reads to the kids before bed.
I can enjoy the things that come from God because he designed them for my benefit. I was recently reminded in James that every good and perfect gift is from above, from God who does not change. And these perfect gifts are sometimes wrapped up in what appear to be imperfect circumstances; they become perfect when I allow God to do his perfecting work in them. And that is cause for delight.