I went grocery shopping
with my daughter and grandson last night (no pictures this time, LOL).
Actually, she did the shopping, and I pushed the cart and entertained my
grandson, so he wouldn’t get fussy and his mother could get her shopping
accomplished in peace.
When Zane first saw me at
the store among the sea of people, his little face lit up like a Christmas
tree. He has this huge open-mouthed grin that he does (I have tried to capture
it on film before with no success as of yet) and he started running toward me,
his big grin going all the while, while I held out my arms for him. We had a
wonderful time just doing the mundane things of life.
When my daughter dropped me
off at home, and I said goodbye to Zane, he laid his
little head down on the bar of his car seat and just sobbed. This was the first
time he had done something like this; he didn’t want me to go! He reminded me then of what coming to our heavenly Father as
a little child looks like; do I take as much sheer joy and happiness just in being together with Him? And if I, who
am evil, take such delight in being with Zane through the mundane chores of
life, how much more does my heavenly Father delight in being with me through my