When I was in elementary school, my Grandpa took on the task of teaching me to play tennis. He bought me a brand new racket,
He can literally use anything to speak, and yet, we want him to speak in specific ways so that we have control over the way it looks, and so that we don’t have to seek him in order to understand. We don’t want to have to stop and give him our eyes, but that’s the only way to hear him.
What I realized when I read this verse is that there is a distinct difference between feeling joy in a moment God gave to me, and pursuing those moments as the only way to fill my soul. I don’t need to withhold my joy when I feel it bubbling up, but I do need to be sure that what I seek is not simply that joy.
Before summer camp a lot of the things I did and experienced were miracles of the Lord, and I would come to him in those times with a deep sense of awe for what he had done. What I didn’t do was acknowledge in all things, that he was the Lord, and that I was grateful. I still struggle with this; I think we all do.