As I have thought back over today, the roads we have traveled, the things we have seen, the one word that has kept coming to mind is “delight”. It seems that wherever we turned today the Lord was showing us something to delight us, just for the fun of it. Just because He loves us. Psalm 16:11 says,
“You make known to me the path of life;
in your presence there is fullness of joy;
at your right hand are pleasures forevermore.”
I have always tended to equate this verse with salvation and with life as it will be after death. But I believe there is another layer of truth here as well. Our loving Father gives us good gifts every moment. He means for us to delight in Him not only for all eternity, but now, in each moment of our lives. And it is a great help, a wonderful place to begin to delight, if we will just notice His gifts. I surely haven’t even begun to notice all of His gifts. But a few I noticed today were:
And the Word of God, in a translation that speaks to my heart as I prepare to retire for the evening in a bed with fresh, clean sheets.
Tonight I will just leave you with excerpts from Psalm 104 and encouragement to look for the small gifts the Father leaves in your path to bring you delight.
“Bless the Lord, O my soul!
O Lord my God, you are very great!…
The mountains rose, the valleys sank down
to the place that you appointed for them…
You make springs gush forth in the valleys;
they flow between the hills;…
From your lofty abode you water the mountains;
the earth is satisfied with the fruit of your work.
You cause the grass to grow for the livestock
and plants for man to cultivate,
that he may bring forth food from the earth
and wine to gladden the heart of man…
The trees of the Lord are watered abundantly,
the cedars of Lebanon that he planted.
In them the birds build their nests;
the stork has her home in the fir trees.
The high mountains are for the wild goats;
the rocks are a refuge for the rock badgers…
May the glory of the Lord endure forever;
may the Lord rejoice in his works…
I will sing to the Lord as long as I live;
I will sing praise to my God while I have my being.
May my meditation be pleasing to him,
for I rejoice in the Lord…
Bless the Lord, O my soul!
Praise the Lord!”