He doesn't try to push my face away. He doesn't avert his own face. He doesn't even blush with the rush of attention that is upon him.
Therefore, I can gaze at him lovingly all I want. And I do. I'm such a creeper.
And today as I am doing this and already dreading the day when he pushes me away (because let's be honest, it will come), I start thinking about what it is that makes us desire to push a look of love away.
It is a part of growing older. It is a rising self-consciousness. It is a heightened awareness of what is unfolding around us at any given point in time.
My favorite grad school professor said once that he loved it when his kids started saying the word "No!" because it showed that they were developing their own identity and stepping into it.
I wonder if pushing those loving looks away is a part of stepping into our own identity.
We all want our personal space after all. What's mine is MINE!
What I start to wonder though is what would happen if we surrendered that personal space to our Heavenly Father?
What if we didn't need to keep a protective bubble around ourselves?
What if we could just allow Him near and let Him lovingly gaze at us?
What if trying so hard to fight to be ourselves, we enter into being His and know that that's enough?
I think it would be easier to attain that "faith like a child" that Jesus talks about in Luke 18:17.
I think it would be easier to trust Him and His everlasting, powerful, abiding love for us.
I think it would be easier to hear His heartbeat as we allow Him near.
Yeah. That sounds good to me.
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