This morning, I removed the bandages on my side, and showed my boys (ages 3 and 7) where the doctors had stitched me back together. I let them touch the little loop of fishing line that is still sticking out of my body. Of course they thought that was really cool, while being a little freaked out at the thought of someone sewing on Mommy! My 3 year old came back to me a few moments later and this was our short conversation:
Micah: "Mommy, did you cry?"
Me: "Yes, Mommy did."
Micah: "Did someone hold your hand?"
Me: "No, baby, no one did."
Micah: "Was the doctor there?"
Me: "Yes, he was there."
Micah: "I wish I was there to hold your hand."
Me: "Me too. I would have loved that!"
This little conversation with my 3 year old little boy, was a hug from God this morning. It brought tears to my eyes and joy to my heart. I wonder, (but I think I know the answer) if our words of praise and love, as simple as they may be, to our Heavenly Father, bring Him as much Joy and pleasure! We are His children and "He inhabits the praise of His people!" Today I am reminded that I need to be intentional and remind my Father of all the ways that I love Him!