Abba Father,
like my girl
quietly playing with her toys
while I sit nearby
book in my lap,
and she looks up at me,
eyes alight with wonder,
crying,
“Look, mama!”
wanting me to see
the spectacular discovery before her
of how colors of clay blend
in her kneading hands –
and I smile and say,
“Wow!”
as if it’s the 8th wonder of the world,
and she is the brave explorer who discovered it,
simply because I love her
and I want her to find
joy
and confidence
and purpose
in sharing her life with me…

Like her, Abba,
let me quietly
minister
and parent,
and lead,
and live
at your feet,
in the peaceful security of your presence,
discovering the wonder divinely entwined
in the mundane,
in the puzzling,
yes, even in the frustrating,
“Look, Abba!”
eyes alight,
let me show you what I’ve found,
or created,
or mended,
or on bad days, broken,
smile at me, O Lord,
I beg of You,
and remind me that
You love me,
and you want to share Your Life –
Your joy
Your confidence
Your purpose
with me,
who, at the end of the day,
is nothing but
Your
beloved
child.
