Baby Girl has reached the stage where she really, really wants to be independent, especially when eating. Which is a necessary development, albeit quite messy.
So you can see that I gave her some yogurt and walked away, only to be greeted by a very large mess when I came back to the table.
But I couldn’t help but smile.
Look at her delight.
That’s how we should feel about our relationship with God and His Word.
Blessed is the man
who walks not in the counsel of the wicked,
nor stands in the way of sinners,
nor sits in the seat of scoffers;
but his delight is in the law of the Lord,
and on his law he meditates day and night.
It begs the question, do I *delight* in the study of God’s Word? Consistency in reading His Word has always been a struggle for me (less so with BSF to keep me accountable, thankfully), and I rarely take the time for extended prayer (you know, longer than those little requests I think of while I’m doing the dishes and blocking out the chaos). If I really delighted in Him, I think talking to Him and reading His words to me wouldn’t be a struggle but something I refused to miss.
Surely my face isn’t as cute as that yogurty baby face, but I want my heart attitude to reflect that joy.
Conversely, it’s amazing to me that God delights in us! Zephaniah might be a rather obscure book of the Bible (nestled there among the minor prophets), but 3:17 is one of my favorites…
The Lord your God is in your midst,
a mighty one who will save;
he will rejoice over you with gladness;
he will quiet you by his love;
he will exult over you with loud singing.
What a beautiful picture of our relationship with our Creator. We could never earn that love, but He gives it anyway, lavishly. Happily. Exultingly.