Let my passion for life be restored, tasting joy in every breakthrough you bring to me.~Psalm 51:13 (From The Passion Translation)

I asked myself what would the taste of joy be like. 

Over the last few months, I've participated in a behavior modification program around food. It was advertised as a weight loss program through my health insurance company. I initially signed up to shed pounds. But the process became much more holistic. The skills learned were not only about eating less and moving more, but also about slowing down and really tasting food when hunger bloomed. Enjoying all the flavors bursting on one's tongue. Allowing the brain time to catch up with the feeling of fullness. Experiencing satisfaction. Relishing the feeling of confidence when clothes began to fit better. Noticing the food cravings, letting them pass and experiencing victory. Breathing into the now, mindful of pleasure.

Perhaps these kind of sensations carried over in relation to tasting joy on the palate of my life...

Rain spilling down the window pane, like blue ink flowing over a crisp, white page.

My husband sitting on the sofa, reading his book in the lamp light, our companionable silence a comfort.

The washer thrumming as I make my way down the carpeted hallway.

My animal print scarf soft arond my neck.

The sweetness of music through my headphones while I write.

The blacktop road winding through the trees, the leaves now yellow-tipped in the daylight.

The feel of my heartbeat, my panting breath as I follow the trail on my bike.

A hymn on my tongue in the early morning, the colors of sunrise filtering through the blinds. I can't remember all the words, but I know the chorus "Holy, holy, holy. Lord God Almighty. Blessed Trinity."