i got home this evening, and was eagerly greeted by my sweet little yorkie, sebastian, full of wags and licks and more impressive jumps than i'd expect from and NBA all-star. he didn't even pay any mind to the bag of leftovers i'd brought home from my favorite burrito place and set on the bed.
typically, he's comfortable enough with me, that if there is anything remotely edible in my hand, he wants at it. the little guy knows when i'm cutting tomatoes in the kitchen, and will stand right at the edge of the kitchen cart waiting for the treats to fall.
but its this time, when he's uninterested in what i can do for him, what treat i have to give him, what he can sit there and beg, beg, beg for-- it's those times in which i see his pure contentment to just be in my presence.
how much more should we be excited to enter into the presence of the Lord? how much more should we be so consumed with him, that that mighty tasty left-over baja doesn't even cross our mind as our first priority and desire?
i'm all about approaching the throne in expectation and petition and thanksgiving, as He charges us to do. but i wonder, how much more pleasing it must be to him, when all we truly desire, all that truly excites us, is just being in His presence and licking His face.
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