…about a baby’s delight? How they get so excited and happy to see you. How they love when you make eye contact and just are there with them? 

I was reading a soul boundaries devotional and the author said:

“You have tremendous capacity to encourage wholeness and abundant living in everyone around you. As you continue on this journey, we pray that you might know God’s delight, great love, and pride in you. May God minister to you and give you freedom and joy, in this life and into eternity. May the power of God be at work in every part of you—the sanctimonious, the straying, and the suffering—that they may be found, befriended, and restored.”

But that made me start thinking of Gods delight, like a baby’s delight? And isn’t that what everyone (for sure every woman) wants in life? To be delighted in? Is this the hole we are constantly trying to fill, with others admiration and fleeting love? 

When you feel loved or delighted in, you feel special and motivated. I believe that’s where passion may even come from. Who knew that this whole train of thought would stem from just being focused with a baby and playing with them. Her giggles and the love that shone from her eyes from the attention and just getting to play with mommy really opened up my eyes. I’ve played with my kids in the same way before, but in this moment, it really made me think. Especially when Grandpa (my dad), doesn’t know what to do with himself when she does the same thing for him. He can’t handle it in such a fun way that he laughs, shakes his head, turns around in a circle…whatever physical thing he can do to help him cope with the love that comes directly for him when she plays with him.

What’s our reaction when we get that from God? What do we do when God focuses his love on us so directly? Do we ignore it because we can’t handle it? I know I sometimes (more so than I’d like to admit) feel inadequate. Why should God love me, I haven’t deserved it and I haven’t earned it. I don’t reciprocate like I should or nearly spend enough time with him. Yet he constantly pursues me and loves me no matter what. Tears are definitely coming to my eyes thinking about how much he loves us to keep coming after us. If we take that to heart that he loves me, not just us as a collective, but personally. He loves the individual and will keep loving on us no matter what we do.

Which brings me back to how the baby depends on us and loves us so big in return. With her or God, if we put in the effort for the relationship, it will exactly what we need but didn’t know we wanted. I know thats cheesy, but isn’t it so true and satisfying too?