The other day, I was sitting with a soft blanket wrapped around me and a warm drink in my hand watching my boys wrestle. They pounced on each other like little puppies, wrapping their arms around each other and tumbling around the room. In this show-of-manhood-type-of-game, they giggled like little girls. I too began to laugh. My small giggles turned in to me laughing so hard I was holding my stomach and trying not to spill my tea.
There are moments of being a mother of all boys that mystify me. This one did. Never as a little girl would I wrestle my siblings just for fun. I don't get their constant desire to take each other down.
But I was having so much fun watching them.
Then this thought popped in to my head: I bet God has fun watching us to something we love.
Life is suppose to be joyful - God makes this clear in how he fills our earth with things that bring us laughter and joy. God takes joy in our happiness. He takes great delight in us, even rejoicing over us with singing (Zephaniah 3:17). Christ's love for us is "wide and long and high and deep" (Ephesians 3:18).
And God doesn't make us climb a mountaintop to find him. He reaches out to us and speaks to us in everyday life.
In unexpected, ordinary moments he speaks to my heart and reminds me of his love. When I began
watching my boys wrestle, I didn't think that God would stir my heart to feel his love. Yet, he did.
It made me feel grateful - that God loves us all so much that he cares about our happiness. Maybe I should worry a little less and laugh a little more...and let God's love fill my heart with his joy.