I am a father of two. Watching them play I have learned that a child has no care to what others think of them,(unlike us.) They will play in the field, acting out their imaginary worlds,(while we are afraid of what others might think of us if we don't have the right car or clothes, etc.) They are quick to anger,(but so are we), however, they are quick to forgive. (I got mad at my son last night and about 20 minutes afterwards while I was being wallowing in my selfishness, he came to me, gave me a big hug and told me, he loved me. When I was the one in the wrong.) They understand love on a level that we have forgotten. One that doesn't revolve around what they might receive in return. They don’t hold grudges and posses true joy. They look up to their fathers and mothers and try to emulate them (something that we should be doing.) They are complete and utter blessings! (As God has made mention about us.) My two little blessing are teaching me everyday how much I have coveted the approval of others and that I need to dwell in the presence of the Lord more than I do, now.
Coming home is my favorite moment of the day. My two sons scream "Daddy!!!" and run up to give me a hug and a welcome home. At that moment, they seem to always have something planned for me that they want to do. Their intent is nothing more than wanting to spend time with me. It's AWESOME!! Seems to me I could honor and please God a lot if I would have the same passion for just welcoming him into my life and wanting to spend time with him.
As a teacher I spend those minutes everyday...my students are nonverbal...however, they teach me in ways to appreciate God and His Son Jesus that no one else can do...Henry Smith wrote in 1978 to Give Thanks