Taste and See

I am a morning person. And a night person. And a day person.

My days are full. Full of activities, bustling around, busyness... with lots of business. Homework, intense studying, pondering, wondering. But my days are also so full in an entirely different sense.

It seems every moment of every day I'm overwhelmed with the immense goodness of the Lord. "Taste and see that the Lord is good" Psalm 34 says... and I do.

I taste His goodness in the powerful wind... that normally rips at my hair and blows me backwards, but lately has been propelling me forward in hope.

I taste His goodness in the laughter of folding laundry and doing chores.

I taste His goodness in hanging Christmas lights to gentle music playing in the soft light of my room.

I taste His goodness in the Truth of who He is... so much greater than me.

I taste His goodness in the sweet harmony of flutes and violin, and the creaky, withered voices of the precious people at Grace Village as they sing age-old hymns.

I taste His goodness in the learning of Korean words... of friends who look different from me, but who have the same heart.

I taste His goodness in the gentle understanding, the prayers over me as I lay exhausted on my RA's couch.

I taste His goodness in the giggling of children missing their two front teeth, their excitement at seeing me, and the Truth they're learning.

I taste His goodness in the circle of friends marveling at what we're learning, simply delighting in one another and in the growth we're seeing.

I taste His goodness in the seahorse laugh, the squawking bird laugh, and the horse laugh all joined in one. Of laughing at laughter itself.

I taste His goodness in forgiveness... of letting go... of knowing that even when I'm tired and worn out, He will give me rest.