I come here
to the kitchen table
again, to find you.
Abba, to connect
with you. As a child
asks for their favorite
meal: I feast on your word:
Keep me safe, o God. In my ears I hear,
for He who promised is faithful. Hope,
come life up again, give me
a spirit lift, a turbo st
A new year. A new word. A rediscovery of an artist that I cannot turn off.
Delight. I tried to write this on my Buddha board, one of the gifts my sister gave me for Christmas. I only used once and the frustration came quick but receeded as I realized this might be one of the best gifts. It’s one of Jesus’ subtle reminders, hey, relax. I don’t expect you to be so serious with it. I’m not as serious with you.
Yes, Jesus, I want to say, but do you feel the tension inside?! What if I break it? Look. 😂 I really am hard on myself. The brush had a stray bristle & I almost had a breakdown.
But this year, I’m going to try to delight in God as much in the hard and more in the good. I really need to work on both. And I’m praying as I do, he’ll draw close.
“The LORD directs the steps of the godly. He delights in every detail of their lives.”
Psalms 37:23 NLT
May this be true of this year, Abba, as you teach me to delight in you.