God’s pleasure

Recently I heard someone quote that famous line attributed to Eric Liddell – when I run, I feel God’s pleasure.

The longer quote from Chariots of Fire is

I believe God made me for a purpose, but he also made me fast…

And when I run I feel his pleasure.

It got me thinking as to how in our lives we experience this, not necessarily in doing the things that we consider perhaps our primary purpose and calling – although if those tally with our gifts and joys then all the better! (Eric Liddell himself felt his call was in mission to China, above all.)

When I play an instrument…

When I walk, be it fast or slow, up a mountain path or down to the shop…

When I restore and repair, clean, tidy and thus transform…

When I organise and administrate and thus bring order, accountability and clarity…

When I speak, in a whisper to a friend or before a group of listeners…

When I carve or cut and paste…

When I paint, be it a landscape or a garden gate…

These are all moments in which God’s pleasure can be felt at our using our natural talents and gifts.

For me my joy is found in writing – although I do have periods of extreme forgetfulness, when exhaustion saps this joy and I wonder if I can keep on going with it.

I wait to write, often, until I feel closer to God. When my faith feels less wobbly and my doubts less leering. And yet, I should know – I really should know – that when I write, God feels closer. The more I put it off, the less capable I feel. It is in that moment of pouring out words, of expression, of allowing myself to acknowledge my thoughts and feelings … it is then that faith, be it the merest smidgeon, warms my heart again.

When I write, I feel God’s pleasure.

By Lucy Hannah

Lucy is a mixed media artist with a particular interest in acrylics and feltmaking. She is also an experienced writer and editor.

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