I often feel guilty when God gives me what I want,
like enjoying what is good is somehow decadent,
like laughter is wasting time
when I should be working
or meditating solemn over Scripture.

Where did this broken image of God come from?

True, He is  God of wrath for those who don't bend the knee,
but He's also the wielder of lavish grace and mercy and love.
The one who made lips to smile,
and eyes to leak out happiness.

And if I take the time to listen hard,
I can hear Jesus whisper,
"You being happy in the things God gives
makes me very happy."