You will make known to me the path of life.
In Your presence is fullness of joy.
In Your right hand there are pleasures forever.
Psalm 16:11 (NAS)
Last Sunday I came home from a week-long trip to Florida and the Bahamas. I thank God for the good things He has created for our pleasure:
So many good gifts He delights to give us.
And so sweet that He delights in our enjoyment!
He loves to watch us enjoying things.
He begs us to throw ourselves onto His mercy and goodness,
He is so good.
But the best blessings on this trip, besides the reality of His loving presence with me as I enjoyed the sand and sea, were my two girls. I had so much fun being with them. I am so proud of them--the way they think and act and speak.
It wasn't all pure delight. There were some eye-rolling moments. We don't always share the same idea of what constitutes pleasure. Adri would not let me feed the seagulls so I could get their picture flying over us. And I nixed her suggestion that we get matching tattoos to commemorate our trip. But we love each other, and it was pure fun for me to be with both my girls.
I loved watching them enjoy the sand and sea and food and new friends, and in that way I was enjoying what God loves to watch. He delights in our abandonment to healthy pleasures.
I HATE how Satan has distorted those pleasures. We gave him permission to do that. Our great fruit-tasting experiment destroyed our ability to enjoy. It bound us, instead, to fear and pain and despair. But I praise God for solving that problem through Jesus' death and resurrection!
I LOVE being able to connect with my Creator, through Jesus, and so to have those Eden-pleasures restored to me, even in this dark, sin-cursed world.
On the plane ride home Adri became faint and needed some care. The cabin crew were sweet and helpful, and the emergency room nurse and his fiance--Good Samaritan passengers on the flight--were as well. But it was eye opening to watch them minister to her. The young woman engaged to the nurse shared the anti-anxiety medication she carries with her on airplanes. And when I told the flight attendant that prayer was my anti-anxiety medication he said, "That works for some people," but he carries medication for himself too.
I remember my struggle with anxiety as a young woman,
being overwhelmed with a panic I could not control,
finding it impossible to resist being afraid of invisible evils that seemed to surround me.
But over the years God has led me so deeply into relationship with Him that I no longer need medication.
He has shown me that there is nothing to fear.
He has proven, over and over, that my trust in His loving care of me is justified.
He has anchored my joy in eternity.
The struggle against fear is more intense in today's world. The threats are now global, and our amazing technology makes sticking our heads in the sand impossible.
But the cure for that fear is the same.
Just as real and powerful as ever.
I pray that those sweet people we met on the plane will find the deep peace that comes from knowing God--the peace that rests deeper, and lasts longer, than the peace medication provides.
He is so good!
I love being able to rest in that reality.
I love being able to enjoy the good gifts He surrounds me with here on earth,
I love anticipating the pleasures that will be in His right hand, forevermore!
Thank You, Lord, for making known to us the path of life.-->