make space for delight
As I was reflecting on all my “make space” posts and how they connect to everything else I write about, I wanted to condense it down to one thing.
Sometimes we might think that to be a “good Christian,” we must always choose the hardest path, that the path of least resistance is a trap, that the narrow gate must only lead to a narrow road. But what if, through the narrow gate of surrender, we actually find a wide-open space?
Making space is just that: spacious. Time with God can be doing anything. Not everything that’s easy is life-giving, but delight has a way of opening us to God, not pulling us away. Every creative prompt, every practicing presence prompt, every examen, every contemplative play idea, every create-and-play interview, these are all ways to help you notice God in the everyday, in what you already delight in doing.
What I hope you learn from me is that making space might look different than the narrow path you’ve grown to believe it to be. And one of the most spacious, surprising ways we make room for God is through delight.
I’ve been reading a book by Gregory Boyle called Forgive Everyone Everything. He works closely with inmates and former gang members, people whose lives have often been marked by violence, loss, and survival. Which is why what he says about delight feels so surprising. You might expect someone in his position to talk mostly about repentance, or discipline, or the cost of transformation. And he does take those things seriously. But instead, he keeps returning to something much softer, almost disarming.
Listen to what he says about delight:
“Isaiah has God say: ‘Be glad forever and rejoice in what I create…for I create my people to be a delight.’ God thinking we’d enjoy ourselves. Delighting is what occupies God, and God’s hope is that we join in. That God’s joy may be in us, and this joy may be complete. We just happen to be God’s joy. That takes some getting used to.”
Maybe that’s why it’s so hard to make space for delight. Maybe we don’t actually believe that’s what God wants from us. Or that we could possibly be what God takes delight in. That we could be… enough, worth lingering over, loving, or even dying for.
I notice how easily I measure my days by productivity, or energy levels, or a clean house. How quickly I reach for productivity instead of delight. Even in my time with God, I want it to “count.” But what if today, making space looks like letting yourself enjoy something… without needing to justify it?