The other night I got to watch two funny little kids; Greta (5) gave me a picture she had drawn for me when she heard I was coming over. She wanted me to put it on my fridge. The thought never occurred to her that I might not want it or expect it to better or anything like that. She just knew that she liked me and wanted to give me something.
I then consider the way I relate to God. I also give gifts but unlike Greta I feel they aren't as good as they should be, that my gifts are simply disappointments.
I have yet to be a parent but occasionally I get these opportunities to see little glimpses of what it's like. What father would be disappointed with his child for showing affection and trying to please him? And my heavenly father is even better than any earthly father.
So, the picture Greta gave me hangs on my fridge and it makes me smile, but it also reminds me that my father isn't disappointed by me but is happy that I love him, no matter how imperfectly.
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