My apologies to the older couple who chose to sit in the long bench seating at Chick-fil-A. It was our twin nephews’ seventh birthday, and our family and some friends were taking the place by storm.
They were good sports, though, and held their ground, while we filled the rest of the seats next to them.
I leaned over and said, “Sorry if we’re ruining your romantic date.”
“Romantic date?” said the man, pointing to his sandwich in a wrapper and then to the lone silk flower poking out of a vase.
“Hey,” said my husband, “it’s not where you are but who you’re with that makes it romantic.”
Oh how I love that man.
This from a guy who always invites me to jump in the truck for a run to the Creston dump. The ritual started out as a way for us to have a date, with no kids wanting to tag along, but quickly became “our place.” In fact, Matt just apologized on Monday for taking a load to the dump without me, because I had to work. Sigh. I really missed out on that one, no lie.
Because it’s not the where but the who.
And I’m going to slide that line of thinking right into our relationship with God. Anyplace is special, if you’re enjoying it with the God who created you and wants to be with you.
King David sings this:
Delight yourself in the LORD… (Psalm 37:4 NIV)
Delight in being with the LORD, whether it be over a pile of clean socks that you know will never match or in a beautiful church building. Being with someone who loves you deeply can make you smile in any setting.
But I would say this takes some practice. I mean, people don’t just automatically think, “Hey, romance at the dump!” and we don’t automatically think of enjoying Jesus in the most common places throughout our day.
You have to be looking for love, really.
Hungry for it.
And if you look for delight in the company of the LORD, you will not be disappointed.