15 Minutes: delight
Tonight is another late night, for no particular reason other than I am hanging out with myself as Tom and Alex went to sleep hours ago. I have been browsing through old photos on my laptop, and boy, was my sweet little boy a CHUNK! Some think he still is, but he is more toddler now than a chunky baby who isn't quite mobile.
Watching videos of both he and Alex playing together is just wonderful. The laughter and the joy they share because of the other. It's like that one quote of Chesterton's.
“Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, "Do it again"; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, "Do it again" to the sun; and every evening, "Do it again" to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we.”
What good is it in being boring, and choosing to forget what delights us the most?! The details are what make the big picture whole. Good artists do not simply paint at random, each creature, object, color, and person is painted for a reason, meant to be noticed and to be thought about.
Because of Tom, I notice every bird, every squirrel, and for goodness' sake, everyone knows when he spies a dog. These creatures are what lend to our idea of the outdoors, we would include them in a description of outdoor life, or we would sit there struggling with something on the tip of our tongues if we forget them. Tom just makes sure that we notice and remember.
This is similar to my previous post, and in writing this current one, I realized that God gives and gives and gives, and answers little prayers again and again because He delights in our happiness. He WANTS to see our faces light up, He WANTS it so dearly. I see Alex do certain things that bring happiness to Tom's face, and I am beginning to see how God sees us, and how we should see Him as our Father. He really loves each of us individually, and wants us to know that we can go snuggle in His arms and that it will be alright. And if you're not the snuggling type, He is there to listen, to hold your hand, or to just walk with you. His love knows no limits, and His mercy is like an ocean, ready to ebb and flow and roll around us until we succumb to His embrace.