When I wake up in the morning, bleary-eyed and weak, You sigh. It’s not a gesture of impatience or frustration. You don’t see me as an inconvenience. To You, I am a delight. I am to be marveled at. I am to be cherished. Little do I know that You watched over me as I slept and because of You no harm befell me. My lungs still pump air in and out. In and out, without me noticing. Just another example of Your grace.
As I stand in front of my fridge, frumpy and placid as can be. Crazy, puffy mane all over the place You grin. You love that You made me to make all kinds of expressions. In the cute category, this one ranks close to the top. I swear I hear You laugh as I pop a spoon into the peanut butter and shovel the paste into my mouth, too lazy to put it on my toast.
I sit down at my computer, half awake, half zombie. You stand behind me. Your proud smile bursts beams of light through my mind. Your joy illuminates my thoughts and brings me the passion to do what I do best. You place Your hand on my shoulder and my stomach ignites with flames. You use the words I write to burn out the impurities and dross floating around in my mind.
You lead us, You love us. You will never forsake us.
Friends, my prayer is that you see and feel God this way. Know that He smiles at you, laughs at your jokes, wants you to run to Him when you hurt. Know that He is watching out for you and that that is the most important thing for you to know.