So I’m sitting beside a grown woman whose eating a Green Goddess salad and eating French Onion soup (one of my faves too) and I realize this is my lil girl. She talks fast and is passionately passionate about everything (I don’t know where she got that). The day you think will never be there, is here. I remember the day I brought her home. I remember the day we both cried because I couldn’t figure out what everyone said would come naturally and didn’t and we were both frustrated and hungry. Nursing did not just happen we both had to be taught. Did I mention neither of us have a lot of patience when we're hungry and tired?
Tonight I had a wonderful time. It was a great dinner. We cut each other off, interrupted one another, changed subjects more times than I can count and never lost track of where the conversation was going; not even once. This was my daughter. I loved her company. I see her father in her looks more than I see me but people say they can’t tell us apart in photos. This spur of the moment dinner made me think. Does God enjoy being with me as much as I enjoyed being with my child? Does He think we look alike?
How does God view our times together? I bet we make Him laugh—a lot. I bet He wishes most of us didn’t work so much it leaves little time to be with Him. I bet when He looks into our eyes He notices when were tired. I bet when He sees us make plans and give our opinions that He would like for us to seek Him and ask Him, because He knows there are things we don’t know.
All these emotions of watching your child grow up and seeing them navigate life is sad, yet very exciting at the same time. One minute you are ready to burst you are so proud of them and the next minute you want to hold on to them so tight because you know this moment won’t last forever, yet you wish it would.
I like this child of mine. I want to spend eternity with her. I want her to love me too. Perhaps we are all a bit more like God than we realize.
John 3:16 “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.”
Tonight I had a wonderful time. It was a great dinner. We cut each other off, interrupted one another, changed subjects more times than I can count and never lost track of where the conversation was going; not even once. This was my daughter. I loved her company. I see her father in her looks more than I see me but people say they can’t tell us apart in photos. This spur of the moment dinner made me think. Does God enjoy being with me as much as I enjoyed being with my child? Does He think we look alike?
How does God view our times together? I bet we make Him laugh—a lot. I bet He wishes most of us didn’t work so much it leaves little time to be with Him. I bet when He looks into our eyes He notices when were tired. I bet when He sees us make plans and give our opinions that He would like for us to seek Him and ask Him, because He knows there are things we don’t know.
All these emotions of watching your child grow up and seeing them navigate life is sad, yet very exciting at the same time. One minute you are ready to burst you are so proud of them and the next minute you want to hold on to them so tight because you know this moment won’t last forever, yet you wish it would.
I like this child of mine. I want to spend eternity with her. I want her to love me too. Perhaps we are all a bit more like God than we realize.
John 3:16 “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.”
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