You know, I hope my kids remember my smile. As a parent, they see a lot of gestures and smirks on my face. Probably more than I ever realize. They can probably read my face better than most anyone. Will they remember my smile? More than disappointment, worry, fear, or frustration...which are common to my 35 year old face...I want them to see a smile. I want them to know of my delight in them. Not for what they can do for me, but for who they are. I just really love them. As they are. They are asleep as I type and I am smiling on them, even now.
What is my typical image or memory of God, my Father? I seem to easily remember times when I must have disappointed God, let Him down, and frustrated Him. I can see that look. But do I see Him smiling on me? Kind of weird to think of God smiling, isn't it? Almost sounds anti-God or something.
So, I am a fragile, imperfect father...and I want my kids to remember my smile...more than anything else...to plaster that face on their memory. To know my delight.
So, God is my solid, perfect Father...what if He wants me to remember His smile...more than anything else...to plaster that face on my memory. To know His delight.
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