O Taste and See: Tasting His Goodness, Feasting on Joy and Peace

My beloved readers, which is more beautiful?

Is it greatest beauty to receive a gift? To be like a young child again and be given a great, heavy, promising present wrapped with such flare and flourish that you know the gift-giver must really, really care? To tear off the paper and find that the box inside contains what you’ve always wanted? To take a quick, hasty, youthgul look at the package, the accompanying card, the instructions, and all the little pieces and parts, and to squeal in delight over the gift as a whole—since, by this time, you can’t even begin to decide what you like most? To jump up and down and clap your hands like the little one you are? To go running to your Father, Who gave you this gift, on legs that don’t know whether to leap or dance or race around the room? To throw yourself into His outstretched arms so hard that it requires all your energy, but barely makes an impact on the One so strong that your loving hug is a flutter by comparison? To thank Him, though you don’t have any words? To tell Him that this is all you’ve ever wanted, but that you love Him much more than the gift? To pause reflectively as you note how much effort and provision went into everything from the package to the last little detail on your brand-new present? To realize, as you gaze upon the pieces and parts of this set of good things, that the gift your Father gave you will have to be assembled, built upon, used with both joy and care? To laugh with delight as you realize that this was your Father’s intent all along—to give you something that would help the two of you grow closer? To see the love in His own eyes as you finally find one phrase—”thank you”?


Is it most blessed to travel far, far away for a time? Not to wander, necessarily, but certainly to explore foreign lands? To learn the language, music, philosophy, cuisine, geography, and recreation of every land save your own? To decide to return—again, not really as a rebellious prodigal, but as one who has done her traveling and now wishes to settle down? And then… To be welcomed home with the same outstretched arms, by the One Who gave you those wondrous gifts when you were hardly more than a baby? To hear a voice you love, speaking in a language you know better than anything you’ve ever learned in your travels, and to respond again in your own native tongue? To be invited, ever so gently, through that beautiful door of your own old house? To see, in a corner, the gift your Father gave you years before, waiting and ready for use, for this present didn’t grow old or useless when you aged and matured and wandered a bit? To wash the travel-dust from your aching body, allowing every drop of soothing water to cleanse you through and through? To dress in something soft and pure and bold with colors and textures you had not experienced in weeks or months, noting the sharp contrast between ytour own clothes and the stiff and roughened and travel-stained garments you’d been wearing only the hour before? To sit down again with your Father and feast on food that has never tasted so good, cuisine finer than anything you ever experienced in all your wanderings? To curl up in bed with a great, glorious Book in your lap, turning over those precious leaves and marveling at the simplicity and intricacy of the message therein? To nestle beneath your own perfect pillows and blankets, in soft and silent surroundings, warm and fed and protected? And, to feel this deep and endless satisfaction, quietly resolving that when the day dawns, you will thank your Father for all of this—this everything? To know, in this moment, that you have no needs whatsoever?

To raise your voice in song, for mourning turned to dancing, rejoicing beyond what your flesh feels able to contain??


To kneel in satisfied surrender, knowing with all your heart, mind, soul, and strength that all your needs have been met beyond what you could possibly imagine?

Which is deeper, joy or peace?

It’s a subjective and personal philosophical question, and a conundrum that I have been attempting to solve within myself for several days, having experienced both in the Holy Spirit to a degree I had not realized was even conceivable. Let me know what you think, if you’re the commenting type… Then, find my answer below:

Which is better, fountains of joy or calmed-storms, peace?

Love—pure Agape love that encompasses the gift and the welcome, the garment of praise and the moment of stillness.

Both are of the Lord, are they not? And so, it is impossible to choose.


6 thoughts on “O Taste and See: Tasting His Goodness, Feasting on Joy and Peace

  1. It seems that during different times in my life I would have picked different responses. I have resolved at this point in my life to accept whatever comes my way either in opportunities to serve or be served as a Gift from the Holy Spirit. I recently learned the lesson to accept the prayers of others for me as a great opportunity to be an instrument that brings others closer to God. It was very unexpected.

    • Oh, that is an excellent point. I had never thought of praying for others, or having others pray for me, as such an intense gift–but you’re absolutely right. I’ve experienced this sort of service in the Lord by praying for others, but never really internalized that allowing others to pray for me was also a means of being used. Thanks for bringing this to my attention.

  2. May I have the gift; the travel and adventure then return such as the prodigal son; and, kneel down pray and receive? Well now, peace or joy. Joy or peace? Can we agree that we can not have one without the other? Then, shall we say that if we have peace, we have joy. When we have joy from the Holy Spirit, we have Peace, indeed!

  3. “And the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace…” Now, here, it says “fruit”, not “fruits”, so joy and peace must travel together… Oh, yes, the prodigal homecoming with the gift… A bit, wouldn’t you say, like the ring and sandls and robe that the Father gave to His child in Jesus’ actual parable. You’re right–one cannot be given without the other! Praise Him for both!

    • Like the “fruit”, not “fruits”, each fruit has different members with just as important parts. Does the one grape not have skin, seeds, the fleshy part, a smell, taste, color, liquid, and other parts? Indeed, it does! We can liken the one grape as a grape, not grapes, to the Holy Spirit. For each grape has many parts that make the whole. The fruit of the Holy Spirit is love, joy, peace, long suffering, patience, kindness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control (Galatians 5-22), as you are aware.

      Would you be willing to write something more about this, sometime?


  4. Oh, such good points… And, yes, I would absolutely love to elaborate on this concept sometime. You’ve given me a good idea, and I have many thoughts, so we’ll see what takes shape in the next few days. For you see, now, that it must be done right and with flare… You’ve made me realize that it would be good to purely explore theology on here from time to time–thank you for some thought-provoking advice.

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