I watch them as they play with each other. I watch their curiosity of new things and unexplored nooks and crannies in the house. I see that they like to poop wherever they take a notion to and pee wherever it is they are standing when it hits them. I come home to shoes being chewed, toilet paper having been shredded, and the puppy pad (the attempt at potty training) crinkled up in the corner. I also come home to three tails waging, over-excited hopping around and tons of welcome home kisses.
So I wonder if that is sort of like our relationship with God. Does he sit at the edge of heaven, like I do the edge of my bed, and watch His children play? Does He watch us explore new things and giggle at our curiosity? When we daily make a mess of our lives does He get that same "what am I gonna do with them" kind of feeling? Does He quickly forgive knowing that we just don't know any better? And how much are we like these three little tail-waggers? When the presence of God enters the room, how do we respond? Do our tails wag? Do we shower Him with kisses?
So I guess my eyes are a little more opened tonight. Love has always been a tough subject for me, but tonight a little clearer. How much do I love these little guys? A whole lot. How much MORE does God love me?