I love that You let me come freely into your presence as Your daughter.
I love that You are my Daddy and even though you have the whole world to take care of,
when I come in, You stop for me.
I love when I can see in my mind's eye: You, sitting on Your throne...and me running in.
I love imagining Your face light up because I am your beloved and you call me lovely.
I love picturing myself snuggled up tight in your lap with
face buried deep and hands clasped tightly around your neck.
I love that You hold me there and whisper truth to my dry and weary soul.
I love that when the world gets too scary, too stressful, too dark, You invite me to come and rest.
"Come unto Me all you who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest.