My Delight


My Delight

I didn’t go far on my walk the other day when I saw them all over the neighbor’s yard.  They were the golden ticket to 8 years old again.  I did what any graying, balding, senior-citizen discount eligible man would do.  I grabbed three of them.  I felt rich.  I knew a spot.

Holding onto my new-found treasure made me feel happy.  I looked down at my hand and smiled.  I passed a couple of people along the way.  I closed my hand when I went by them.  No sense taking too big of a risk at being found out.  People talk you know.

I finally reached Trout Creek Road and turned toward the little bridge.  By the way, the road name is spelled c-r-e-e-k, but it’s pronounced c-r-i-c-k.  If you don’t know that you’re probably not from around here.

The water was rushing under the bridge about 15 feet below me.  Recent rains had the water gurgling and giggling over the rocks at a pretty good rip.  The morning was calm but a fresh breeze was puffing every now and then – perfect.  I took one of my treasures and looked it over.  It looked flight-worthy.  I gave it a toss, up high into the air.  It arced up and then began to descend down toward the creek.  It spun silently but wildly on the descent.  It didn’t make it all the way down though – got swallowed up by a red dogwood bush.  I tried the next one.  It fluttered round and round, but as if it didn’t want to get wet, it veered off to the side and landed on the gravel.  The third was indeed the charm.  I managed to throw it a bit higher and it caught a little breath of breeze.  I watched it spin all the way down and as a bonus it landed in the water without so much as a splash and I watched it get quickly carried around the bend to who knows what next adventure.

I remember tossing maple seeds off of my grandmother’s porch when I was a boy.  It was the perfect launch pad as there were 7 big steps up.  That helped us get extra air.  And there was no shortage of maple seeds in mid-June.  We even went down to get the ones that flew the best to send them out and up and round and round again and again. 

“You shall be a glorious crown in the hand of the Lord, a royal diadem held by your God.  No more shall men call you “Forsaken”, or your land “Desolate”.  But you shall be called “My Delight” . . .  for the Lord delights in you.” (Isaiah 62:3-4)

I think God created maple tree helicopter seeds for sheer delight.  And He shares.

His Peace,

Deacon Dan  

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