I consider the week taking care of my grand nephews and nieces kind of like a mission trip I guess… I don’t know how else to put it into words. It was a blessing to me just as much, if not more, than to my sister or her children and grandchildren. I want them to know me. I feel like I do after mission trips I’ve been on. You come away from it with so much more than what you gave.
It was such a joy to present them with a clean house, relatively clean children, a huge meal and fun “find the children” game when they returned. The pure unbridled excitement of five children nine and under, seeing their parents after a week! They ran into each others arms with unending hugs, kisses and stories. The shared meal around the circle. Giving them gifts of shells and trinkets. How they loved to be snuggled into bed by their own mommy and daddy. This is a picture of true love. I’m privileged to have witnessed it. It was a night I’ll never forget.
The point is…Am I like that? Do I run into my Father’s Arms every day?
It makes me wonder why I don’t run into the arms of Jesus daily like a child. Where’s my excitement as a child who is excited to see “Daddy… Abba Father” each day…and He longs to give us good gifts… He wants us to know Him.
Let us all think about how much He loves us and would hold us like a child whenever we need it. He created us, He’s with us. We just need to reach up.