Come as a Child

My husband took my grandson, Gabriel, up the street to see the horses last night. While he was up there he met Brandon who was riding a two-wheeler. I went up to check on him. When Gabriel turned around and saw me coming, he started running toward me calling, "Grandma, Grandma," and then he proceeded to tell me about his exciting discoveries and and this recent adventure.

When he called my name so enthusiastically desiring to share his stories with me, my hear felt such joy.
Unashamed and without reservation of what anybody around him thought, he ran to me calling out my name, spilling the delight he was experiencing.

I had to think how it must bless my Father, my Daddy when I call out His name with joy, delight, and joyfully run to him thanking him for my blessing, my discovery. He loves when I unreservedly tell Him about my day, my pain, the hurt, the fear, the victory. How He loves to hear my voice. How He loves to hear me call His name. How He loves when I know He is there, all the time to fellowship with, communicate with.

How He loves when I come to him as a child and see him as my loving Daddy!