Looking for Dad

This morning, like most mornings, I was up much earlier than the rest of my family. After about 1 hour, I actually snuck downstairs for breakfast before even the dog stirred. While I was down there, I heard a noise that suggested someone else was finally joining me for the day. I went to the bottom of the stairs to see if I could get a peek at who might be accompanying me.

At the top of the stairs, I could see Tyler coming out of his room. He sleepily walked into my bedroom where he usually finds me when he wakes up in the middle of the night. After just a few seconds, I see him walk out of my bedroom and into my office, where he normally finds me in the morning. It was at this point that I realized: "He's looking for me."

This may sound strange, but I love to see my kids looking for me. I don't know what it is. Maybe it brings a sense of value...they're looking for me because they need me. Maybe it is a sense of love...they're looking for me because they want me.

I like to think it is a specific design of God. He created us to enjoy seeing our kids looking for us, well, because He enjoys seeing us looking for Him.

Almost every morning, one of the first things Tyler does is look for me. Honestly, it never gets old. This morning, after checking every room upstairs, he caught a glimpse of me at the bottom of the stairs and his face lit up! I met him at the top of stairs, wrapped my arms around him and carried him downstairs to spend some time with me.

The feeling I get watching Tyler look for me serves as a reminder of how special it is for me to look for my Heavenly Father each morning. I like to think He enjoys watching me looking for Him just as much I enjoy watching Tyler. And when I see Him, and my face lights up, He meets me where I am, wraps His arms around me and carries me away to spend some time with Him.