My Child, I love to watch you play.

As a mother, there have been so many times where I have had the pleasure, the joy, to sit back and watch my children play.  When they were young and inquisitive, playing in the yard, exploring.  

There was always a grand adventure in their minds, some treasure to find or new story to live out.  The smallest of little things could captivate them for hours.  

Pure joy.


As we grew as a family they grew relationally.  
Yes, like all children they would squabble and fight, but there was always
​those hidden gems of moments when they would play together.  

Times where they would rough-house and giggle, moments of complete chaos and joy.  Those times are such treasures to me.  I lock them in my heart. 

This morning, God my Father, revealed to me that he has those special moments too.  That he looks at me, exploring the backyard he has provided and he smiles.  He smiles so much.  Such joy is brought to his heart as he watches me play.  

Sometimes we loose sight of this Father.  ​

We make up false images in our minds about who he is.
We distort him. 
Even though he enjoys watching us play,  we fail to see the delight on his face.

It makes me so sad.  I wonder if my children distort me in their minds? 

​Do they know how endearing they are to me,
​or do they only see the angry moments when I am frustrated and tired.  

Do they know how much I cherish them, delight in them?  

It makes me so sad,
I wonder.... how many times I have imposed an angry father image on my heavenly Father, who delights to watch me play.

When I find my heart in this soft, moldable place, so ready to hear him.  He reminds me that not only does he love to watch me play, he loves to join in.  
He wants to explore with me,  
create messiness with me.  
Messiness that produces delight and joy.

He is not the Father we have to beg to join in.  

There is no, “Daddy will you play with me?”  
He is already there.  

Engaged. 
               Hands in.  Smiling.  Delighting.  
Pure engaged adoration.


And he looks at me, smiles, and says,

“You are my beloved child.  
​ I love to watch you play.”