Ever have one thought lead you to another and before you realize it you’re traveling down memory lane? This morning the sprinkler system came on and propelled me down that very path. I was thinking back to my childhood days. The carefree summers spent playing hopscotch, marbles, running through sprinklers. My best friend and I devoted hours to both the swings and the challenge of bumping each other off the teeter-totter. We ate popsicles in the shade of the trees and played with our Barbies in a make-believe world.
It was all so unplanned, unorganized and uncomplicated. We just woke up, ate our Lucky Charms, threw on our flip-flops and out the door we ran. Skipping hand in hand, fully expecting the day to unfold on its own. We just trusted there would be joy in the adventure.
I find myself longing for those days. Don’t you? Simple times when one momentary pleasure flowed into another.
But, I find myself organizing every moment of my life. I’ve got a plan. I’ve got a project. I’ve got a purpose. Yes, even in my relationship with God. It all has to be very neat. No room for unexpected. I even pray for God to show me his plans. Because there has to be a plan.
I always believed God had a purpose for me in this life. I’ve poured out so many prayers asking him to show me. I think I’m a little afraid I might walk right by and miss it, leaving him standing there disappointed. And after the extravagant gift he has given me in Jesus, that’s a crushing thought. I’ve even gone so far as to beg him for a divine appointment. I find myself waiting for clear vision of the concrete plan.
Does your heart ache for insight too? Are you wanting to step into that place where purpose and pleasure collide? I think God may want the exact same thing.
I’m thinking the simplicity we long for is what he intended all along. The unplanned, unorganized, uncomplicated rhythm of days spent with him. No plan, no project, no purpose. Except to wake up. Wake up to what brings him pleasure. The pleasure of our company. Fill up on the food for thought in his Word. Then run, letting the door of doubt slam behind us.
We just skip hand in hand with him, expecting the days to unfold on their own. Trusting that the things making our heart sing make his sing too. I believe there will be joy in the adventure.
One momentary pleasure flowing into another.
Psalm 16:11 “You have made known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures of your right hand.”
Psalm 16:11 (The Message) “Now you’ve got my feet on the life path, all radiant from the shining of your face. Ever since you took my hand, I’m on the right way.”