Fullness

This momma is pretty content this morning.  After a weekend of travel, we returned to a full nest.  Two daughters and an extra friend are joining us this week. It took some maneuvering to find spots for everyone and all of their things in this smaller place, but they are in, and I am happy.  

Last night there were voices and laughter.  Sweet Chester cuddled everyone and soaked in the love.  I am soaking it in, too.  These days are precious. 

I spend a lot of verbal energy spouting about being an ’empty nester’ and how I am looking forward to this ‘season of rest’.  But, truth be told, I love my kids, and all their friends.  I am never more content than when the house is crammed, there is food to be eaten, and laughter fills the house.  

So, I am soaking in the fullness.  

Tonight we are taking this show on the road to see two sets of grandparents and a few aunts and uncles.  Multiplying fullness.  

I think the only way I could be happier is if all my children were here together.  There is nothing like that. When they are all together there is so much talking and laughing and eating.  And I am filled with joy and contentment. 

It baffles me to think that this is how God chooses to describe us — as his children.  We bring Him pleasure. Really?  I bring God pleasure?  He is filled with joy in my presence?  Come on, that can’t be.  But it must be true, because when humanity tried to pull away from him, He sent His only Son.  For us.  So that we could all be together one day — talking, and laughing, and eating. 

See what great love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God.  And that is what we are!  

1 John 3:1

 

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