My eldest has been in the hospital for almost five days now. On the second day however, my five year old insisted that I go home and sleep in the house instead of the hospital.
I went home that night and when he saw me from the car he couldn’t hide what he was feeling. He was so excited, happy, and he wanted to tell everyone I was there.
He then hugged me and started dancing with joy and he couldn’t stop talking. He was just happy I was there.
It reminded me of our relationship with God. How excited are we for his presence? How excited are we to always meet him? Do we even still long for his presence?
Oh, the innocence and pure love of children and how God teaches us through them. ♥️
