I woke up yesterday morning with the words “taste and see” reverberating through my restless mind from Jeremy Camp’s song “Healing Hands of God.”

Taste and see.

“Taste and see what?” I asked Him as I hurriedly dressed in an attempt to begin the marathon-of-a-day that’s really every day with three children under the age of six.

After shuttling Spencer to his toddler class and driving to a doctor’s appointment, I listened to the song.

“What is it you are trying to tell me?” I ask again.

As I listen, it dawns.  Then I know.

And I have seen the healing hand of God
Reaching out and mending broken hearts
Taste and see the fullness of His peace
And hold on to what’s being held out
The healing hand of God

Taste and see.  Yes.

And I hear “hold on to what’s been held out”…

Then, yes.  I connect.  It’s laid out again and again at the dawning of each day of new mercies (Lamentations 3:22-23).  Not on a silver platter surrounded by the finest linens but in the palm of His almighty hand, the ultimate gift He offers up to us daily.

I listen to the song repeatedly until I arrive at the crowded office and find a parking space.  I shuffle in, still thinking, yes, but now wondering how long the wait will be and if I’ll have enough time before I have to retrieve Spence again.

You know.  The stuff.

I register and settle in with Beth Moore’s “David” study and what I read takes my breath away.

Beth begins with pointing out that King David often sang his prayers as we see in the book of Psalms.  She then states that “Sometimes God puts a new song in our mouths – a hymn of praise to our God…No doubt about it, sometimes God wants to hear an old song from a new heart” (David: Seeking a Heart Like His, p. 206)

He’ll stop at nothing, will He?  And yet as I think this, I am so grateful He doesn’t.

It was my youngest child’s second birthday and he was about to indulge in chocolate chip bunny pancakes.  He blew out his candles and paused for a moment, marveling at the shape of the ears and the fact that there were two.

They were held out for him.  There to fill him with nourishment.  He didn’t ask for them.  They were just there for him to take.

And as he ate his birthday breakfast on that warm July morning, I witnessed his chocolate-infused smile.  I heard the squeals of delight.  I listened as his siblings named the bunnies.

He delighted in what was laid out.  He was filled by it and it fed him.

I delight in God’s grace and love.  His truth.  His promises.  I’m filled by it and fed abundantly.

Taste and see.

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