I Am His Delight

For the Lord takes delight in his people.
He crowns the poor with salvation.
Ps.149:4

I am one of God's people. He delights in me!

I give God deep enjoyment: He doesn't just like me; he gains a profound sense of pleasure and happiness from me. Why? Because I am his child.

I was babysitting two grandchildren yesterday, a two year old girl and a five year old boy. I was reminded of the poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow:

There was a little girl,
Who had a little curl,
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good,
She was very, very good,
But when she was bad she was horrid. 

Like my grandchildren, when I'm good I'm very, very good, but when I am bad I am horrid. And yet... and yet... God still takes delight in me. It's as though he forgets the horrid. My mother was like that with me. I knew I had her love, no matter what, and she knew a lot of my "what's". 

The eyes of love see only the lovely. Knowledge of this makes me want to be worthy of such love, not that I could ever earn or even have to earn such love. But it raises the bar and that's a good thing. 

Lord, I bask in your delight  today. Thank you for loving me, no matter what.