I made a turkey dinner a few days ago, and my favorite part was watching someone I love enjoying it. When he went back for seconds, he got a whole turkey leg and ate it with both hands. We all laughed, and he kept right on eating. The conversation turned to other things, but I just kept watching him, enjoying his joy. I’m still enjoying it.
I wonder: when I stop for a few minutes on a winter’s day to feast on the beauty of a white-barked sycamore against pristine sky-blue, could it be that the God who made them is enjoying my joy?
“God delights in his people. . . .” Ps. 149:4.
“Are my boots old? Is my coat torn? / Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect? Let me / Keep my mind on what matters, / Which is my work, / Which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished.” Mary Oliver. “Messenger”