Hephzibah.

Dancing at midnight in a thunderstorm encompassed by His rain.

Sorting out postage stamps on the kitchen floor enthusiastically gazing at each stamp from Indonesia to Barbados to Japan to Switzerland to the Netherlands to the US.

Talking with an older couple in their 70’s at a rummage sale with two friends explaining to them IHOP as they eagerly asked more questions.

Cleaning the kitchen with the utmost detail dialoguing with my Father.

Finding a delicate pink flower right outside of my front door on a Friday morning which matched so perfectly with my outfit or at least I though it did.

Eating applesauce in my living room on a Thursday afternoon.

These...

were...

just a couple of events or moments that occurred this week where or when I could feel the Lord’s delight. He loves when we enjoy what He so graciously gives. He delights in us enjoying how He intricately and perfectly made us. Wow. He really enjoys when I dance in the rain… my Father loves to watch me leap and frolic around as the rain pounds down. I want to know my Father’s heart, how He is so perfect, how He is so kind, how He smiles upon me, why He dances and sings over me.  Last night He asked me, “Didn’t I make you an extravagant worshiper?”  Only ten minutes later His question was confirmed when people came up to pray for me and kept on mentioning worship in my life. He loves us so much. He knows us perfectly. “How precous to me are your thoughts, O God. How vast is the sum of them. If I would count them, they are more than the sand.”