Gwyneth, my second-born, is my two-year-old daughter. At
times it is difficult to see the beauty in her active lifestyle without knowing
her motivation. She really likes to serve and help, and she’ll go for it
without asking. Today, she found all the dirty, separated laundry in the
hallway and decided to distribute it back into the laundry baskets. The dirty
whites went back in her top drawer.
She’ll bring me the wrong pair of shoes, takeoff her clothes when we
mention a bath, even though we intend to bathe her two hours later. She’ll bring her brother’s shoes for him to
get dressed, even if they are ones he or I never intended for him to wear. When I have a pressing and important email,
she’ll initiate her baby love for my attention. Her gestures are beautiful
because we know she serves from love in her heart. As a dad, I view her
differently from someone who is not my flesh and blood. But, sometimes her
desire to help and her initiative, at best, can be frustrating and bothersome.
We deal gracefully with her routine interruptions because we
know her motivation and her pure intent.
A prayer stirs in my own heart: that God would view me with
rose-colored glasses when my performance is less than desirable, but my heart
is true. A verse from Scripture comes to mind:
“… He will bring to light what is hidden in darkness and
will expose the motives of men’s hearts. At that time each will receive his
praise from God.” 1 Corinthians 4: 5b NIV
Earlier in history, when God sent His prophet Samuel to
choose a king (known as the greatest in Israel’s history), He gave him some
instructions. God told him not to be influenced by the outward appearance of
David since God looks at the heart. He knows the motives and intentions of
every action.
When Gwyneth is eighteen, my questioning her motives or
actions that frustrate me may be in order. For now, I choose to rejoice in her pure heart. Cause
like I said, “As a daughter, I see her differently.” I think God does the same
with me when He sees my heart. That shouldn’t be a license for irresponsible
living though. Eventually, my actions need to fall in line, because my
motivations and intentions tend to
follow the heart’s path.
When I was in college, and that was quite a while ago, there
was a song that was popular in the Christian contemporary world. Wayne Watson
wrote a song called, “Rose Colored Glasses” and these are the words to the
chorus:
“His gaze always passes thru rose colored glasses,
Every time He looks on my heart,
And thru
love's forgiveness,
Thru
purity's fire,
I am my
God's desire.”
Thankful for a Father like that…
2 comments:
This is so good. It's so overwhelming to me to think that God loves me the way I love my children, except so much MORE. One of the big blessings of becoming a parent is getting a glimpse of this.
Amen, Ruth! They are sharpening my relationship with the Almighty, for sure:).
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