Do you ever sit quietly watching your children play? Listening to the creative world that surrounds them and realize just how brilliant, gifted, and talented they are. As I sit and watch in wonder at each child and and ask what God is going to do in this child's life.
Today I was laying on the floor, looking across the floor, under the table and to the other side where Emerson was playing. It's his favorite spot in the house. He knows right where to go when he needs a break from me or his brothers. He was laying on his tummy just gazing outside and humming along with Raffi in the background. Not a worry or care in the world. I watched him for about ten minutes. During this time the heat came on. He was only a couple of inches from the vent. To watch him explore the vent, the air coming through, and then squish his face down onto the vent trying to look in was truly amazing. Why? Why is such a simple process so amazing to me? Because he is my son, he is aware of his surroundings and is curious to explore and learn. He is just simply brilliant.
I laid there and started to pray over this little fellow. Emerson had no clue I was on the other side of the table watching him. As I was praying I became so overwhelmed with how God views me. Like his child He watches in quiet observation and smiles on my life. He thinks I am amazing and has blessed me with the curiosities to learn and grow. I thought how loved I truly am, and I get that in my life. Pretty much on most days, regardless of my mood I do get that, but for some reason just sitting and watching Emerson and relating that moment to how God must sit and watch I realized that He is just not some proud papa in the sky. He is in every way quietly observing my life, encouraging me along and disciplining me when I need it.
Emerson finally heard me and gave me that one finger wave which is so adorable. So I looked up to heaven and gave God that same wave and thanked him for the reminder of his love and care for me. If you are reading this, take a moment and finger wave that wave of connecting with God and saying ...yep I get it. Emerson does not doubt he is loved and that finger wave is our special thing. Blessings, Elizabeth