At my feet

The other day, I was sitting at the kitchen table, finishing up some reporting for church. I looked down and noticed that Lily had crawled under the table and was sitting at my feet, playing with her little glow worm. She was so content to just be sitting where I was, even though it was a hard floor, and I wasn't giving her my undivided attention. My "Mom's heart" welled up with joy, just knowing that my girl wanted to be right there with me.

I'm sure that's just a portion of the way the Father feels when we take time to sit at His feet. But the best part is that we always have God's full attention, His listening ear and His loving arms. He never says wait a minute, I'm busy or I'm almost finished with this one thing. He's never irritated with our closeness or number of times we visit a day.

This is one of my favorite passages from Isaiah 40:

Do you not know?

Have you not heard?
The LORD is the everlasting God,
the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He will not grow tired or weary,
and his understanding no one can fathom.
He gives strength to the weary
and increases the power of the weak.
Even youths grow tired and weary,
and young men stumble and fall;
but those who hope in the LORD
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.