I came home last night around 10pm. My wife had told me that our daughter was still up, which is unusual for her.
Nothing could have prepared me for what happened when I opened the front door. My 7.5 month year old daughter saw me, and before I could take another step in the house she squealed. A toothless, dribbling laugh that arrested all my worries, and incarcerated by concerns. Then she started to jump ecstatically on my wife’s lap, and beckoned me toward her newly created euphoric space, with her plump little hands.
I breathed in every last drop of her sweet happy dance, and burst into a smile. After exiting the stage of the days events, where I am judged on my performance, and critiqued on my output, it is soul restoring to slip behind the proscenium, and be anointed by the rich adoration of my daughter. Not because I performed, but because I exist.
In that moment she transformed ordinary life into a eucharistic act, and became a faithful witness of God’s unfettered love to me.
This
Is
Life.
andreas | beccai 
Amen!
This was so beautiful! no pretense, no motive, just love! God has really given a special view of his character through the tiny ones 🙂
She is the third pastor of our little home 🙂
the everlasting lesson is love ❤
Amen! Praise Jesus! Awesome lesson of God’s unfailing love.
This was so lovely to read. My son is 9 months and increasingly becoming a true friend, companion and source of comfort. I very much appreciated reading this. God bless your family.
Thanks for your kind words.