delight

All of the sudden my Fridays have gotten busy. . .and so the 'five minute Fridays' have started turning into 'seven minute Mondays'.  So because I kept you waiting, here is a picture for you. . .

another yellow house. . .again

and the word is {delight}

go.

Joy.  Happiness.  Delight.

We have such a longing to live life filled with those words.  And it is one of the deepest tragedies to watch people seeking those things, rather than the Giver of all good and perfect gifts.  If we search after happiness and prosperity, if we fill our lives with things that bring pleasure to us, there will be that gnawing, aching void that only grows bigger.

"My soul is restless until it finds rest in YOU."

Things, places, circumstances.  Those all change.  What is here today probably won't be here tomorrow.  Nothing that we cling to here can we keep.  It is only when we turn from those things, those things we think will bring us happiness and joy, that we find the One in whom our soul can truly delight in.  He is unchanging, eternal and the same.  He is infinitely larger than anything we could comprehend.  Yet He desires to know us, for us to love Him, and for us to be transformed by Him.

Trading all that I have for all that is better. . .

delight.

stop.

*note. . .the quote that I very loosely quoted comes from this quote by Saint Augustine. . . "Thou hast created us for Thyself, and our heart is not quiet until it rests in Thee."