My Grandson . . . . . . . .
delights in my presence
watches for me to come,
runs to meet me at the door.
Sometimes he waits until
I come in the door
running across the room
flying into my arms
engulfing me in big hug
giving me one of our own special,
name-brand waterproof kisses.
(protecting them against his threats to “wash them off”)
He loves me.
thinks I am wonderful.
I don’t have to do anything
except “show up
He seems to simply want me.
God, I want to delight in you,
as my grandson delights in me.
I know You already delight in me .
C.S. Lewis says “I think we delight to praise what we enjoy because the praise not merely expresses, but completes the enjoyment. Complete my enjoyment of you,Â