A few weeks ago I started praying that I would learn to find my delight in God. That I would know what it really means to delight myself in Him. I prayed also that I would do it with the right motive.

I also started praying that God would be delighted in me.  I don’t mean that in any boastful way. I know  it might sound presumptuous, and I don’t mean it that way. I just want to bring a smile to God’s face.

And not necessarily in the crazy way I seem to make most people smile.

I believe God wants us to want to make Him happy. He wants us to desire to delight Him.

A few nights ago I was struggling to fall asleep and mentally wrestling with a sin that seemed so innocent. Not even to be trifled with. I could justify it. The action itself wasn’t sin, but knowing where it would lead was. I knew that if I took the first step God would not be pleased at all.

I determined this was not a “better to ask forgiveness than permission time” because the Spirit was already screaming NO!! in my head.  It was very hard to ignore as the sound reverberated through my entire being.

I gave it the ol’ one-two punch. I Philippians 4:8 it. Then I 2 Corinthians 10:5 it.  Repeatedly. This sin was stubborn. So was I.

And then I heard it.

“You delight Me when you choose to do right.”

I wish I could say that was the end of my dealings with that sin, but that would be a lie. I’ve faced it almost every day since. But every day I’ve faced it, remembering His words in my ear that night add strength to my resistance.