In prayer, I was thinking about how the depth of my conversations with God are not always… well.. deep! Before guilt over how inadequate I’m able to articulate myself to God set in, He helped me get the right perspective on time with Him.
He helped me think about how much I enjoy being around my sons. I enjoy being with my boys, not because they can hold a deep conversation with me (they’re only 2 and 4), but just because I love being around them. And when I can tell that they’re happy to just be with me, my joy increases. Whether we’re talking, or playing, or even when we’re just chilling with their heads in my chest… I utterly enjoy being around them.
It’s amazing that God feels the same way about being with me as I do about being with my boys… only He feels it more intensely.