My Soul Delighteth

Today my thoughts were scattered. 2 Nephi 12 as well as in 2 Corinthians, but one message kept rising to the surface: My soul delighteth in Christ.

My soul delighteth in:

• Truth,
• Christ’s coming,
• Covenants with God,
• His grace,
• His justice,
• His power,
• His mercy, and
• His deliverance from death.

One verse grabbed me: If there be no Christ, there be no God. I’m grateful for the certainty I feel about Him. It reminded me of a line from my recent efforts at songwriting: Without Easter, there’d be no Christmas. Everything comes back to Him.

Then I read 2 Nephi 12:2 about “the mountain of the Lord’s house.” Immediately my mind went to the Salt Lake Temple. Its open house is scheduled from April through October 2027, and people are already talking about planning vacations around it. “All nations shall flow unto it.” Of this, I feel certain.

I also found myself thinking about the Millennium. Imagine living in a world where people “shall learn war no more.” Not just fewer wars — no training for war at all. What a breathtaking promise.

But scripture never lets us stay only in the beautiful promises without also asking us to look inward.

Another verse reminded me that all have gone astray. All. Pride heads the list. Excusing our own behavior follows close behind. Vanity. False teachings. Human nature hasn’t changed much.

One thought especially lingered with me today: you can’t really hide from who you are. We can ignore promptings. We can push away the Spirit. But somewhere deep inside, the soul remembers its divine origin. At least mine does. I’ve learned that living beneath our privileges creates a restlessness that is difficult to silence.

Then my reading took me to Solomon.

I was confused at first because 2 Chronicles 9 records Solomon’s death but says little about his spiritual downfall. That sent me searching into 1 Kings 10–11, where the fuller story is told.

There it was — the part I remembered.

Solomon, who had been blessed with wisdom and who had even seen God twice, slowly drifted. His many wives “turned away his heart after other gods.” The man who built the temple allowed compromise to creep into his life.

That truth feels both tragic and cautionary.

If Solomon could drift, any of us can, and it’s not a small club.

And yet, despite all of humanity’s wandering, the message of scripture remains hopeful. Christ still calls. Temples still rise. Nations will yet flow unto the house of the Lord. Someday war itself will end. Aren’t you so grateful for the restored scriptures that clarify so many questions?

My soul delighteth.