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“If I have done anything, even a little, to help small children enjoy honest, simple pleasures, I have done a bit of good.” ―  Beatrix Potter


“Delight thyself also in the Lord…” - Psalm 37:4a

I’ve been contemplating this since it was brought up in a sermon. People often think of the “desires of thine heart” part of this verse, like it’s only something to do to get something. How selfish we are. 

Delight yourself in the Lord. That’s the part sticking in my mind. Do I? I’d like to think so, of course, but stop with the quick answers for a minute. Am I delighting myself or going through the motions and ticking off boxes? 

Read Bible


Go to church


Got it. So I’m delighting, right? Well, those are good things for sure, and we think if we’re happy enough doing them that we’re delighting in the Lord. It can be easy to fool ourselves sometimes, or a lot of times, really. 

About that word “delight” though. Have you ever watched a child’s face light up at the wonder of something? How every fiber of their being is alight with pleasure as they watch a butterfly emerge from a chrysalis or bring you that bouquet of beautiful weeds they found and gathered. Children delight quite easily. What about us adults? What about me? What do I delight in? 

I was standing in my kitchen looking out at my garden as I asked myself that very question. 

What do I delight in? 

At first, going to church, reading the Bible, and prayer pop in the brain. A little bit of dismay creeps in as I question whether I delight in those things as I imagine I should. 

But then a peace seeps in, floating through me as a soft breeze on a warm day.

The things I delight in. They are the Lord’s. 

The plants in the garden that grow from seed. The miracle of life. Nature, His creation. The sheer complexity of the world He made. The mathematical genius I can’t even wrap my mind around. The components of the air I breathe. The breeze on my face. The twinkle of the stars in the night sky. 

I don’t delight in these things for the things themselves. 

I crave them. I crave them because I crave Him, the creator of it all. I feel Him there. In life. In nature. The smells, the sights, the sounds, the touch. I see Him in it all. 

And in the silence. 

Away from voices, away from busy-ness, away from influence and distraction. 

I breathe it all in and my heart fills. My eyes overflow. 

“That is your delight in me,” He whispers in my mind. 

And I know it’s true.