While tucking my 7 yr old into bed this evening....she remembered leaving her dolls downstairs and asked me to run and fetch them. Knowing she would just "play in bed" for another hour on a school night, I told her she didn't need her dolls. I told her that her kitty was waiting for her to settle down. (Her cat actually was sitting in the middle of her bed staring at her patiently while she waited to curl up beside her and snuggle. This is a nightly routine.) She quickly replied to me with, "uh..uh.., she only loves my hand." This made me think......
I wonder if that's how God feels about me sometimes. Does He think I only love His hand? His hand is the one that reaches out to 'do' for me, to 'bless' me, to 'comfort' me, to 'heal' me, to 'help' me in my numerous times of need. There is so much more to God than that. Do I take the time to let Him know that I know that? Or do I spend my time asking for His hand?
I wonder if that's how God feels about me sometimes. Does He think I only love His hand? His hand is the one that reaches out to 'do' for me, to 'bless' me, to 'comfort' me, to 'heal' me, to 'help' me in my numerous times of need. There is so much more to God than that. Do I take the time to let Him know that I know that? Or do I spend my time asking for His hand?