"The Lord rescued me because he delighted in me."
This is what I just can't get over -- what blows my mind -- is that the Lord delights in me. Delights. That's just wild.
I think of how much I delight in my daughter just because I do -- just because she is who she is and who she is just completely delights me. I am head-over-heels in-delight with my daughter. I could spend hours thinking about her, talking about her, looking at pictures of her, and being with her. When she's asleep in her bed, I just think about her some more. And all of this -- it delights me.
If I delight so much in my little girl -- me, a flawed person - an imperfect mom stumbling her way through parenthood -- how much more does the Lord delight in us? I can't even fathom it.
“Which of you, if your son asks for bread, will give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake? If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!"
I don't ever want to forget the times when God has given me good gifts in such a way that I recognize His delight in me -- because honestly, it makes me blush. Our home. Our family. Our jobs. Our always-able-to-somehow-make-ends-meet. Our growth in marriage. Our growth in relationship to Him. He delights in me -- He delights in us -- just as and even more than I delight in my daughter.
- When was a time that God showed you very tangibly how much He delights in you?