Vicki and I just returned home from visiting our California girl and her family. Remi is now one year old. This is a photo of her in her prison uniform. She has been walking for about a month. And as she walks about, she loves to carry things with her. She has the biggest blue eyes and an amazing smile adorning her cherubic face. She loves her Oma, and she loves to laugh at the antics of her Poppa Oakes. Needless to say I kept up my floor show for her all week long.
She is one glee-full little girl…so very happy. She is unable to contain her joy. She can’t abide silence very long. She will interrupt it with a joy-shout…or a loud laugh…or just some of her eloquent gobbledygook. She has this great voice. I am predicting that she will be an alto. She will often be clapping her hands. And, at the sound of music, she immediately begins to bend her knees and bop up and down in time. Do you know Who taught her that? It had to be Father God. He built into her this wonderful capacity for joy…as well as several outlets for expressing it. And so she laughs…she claps…she bops! It comes naturally and is the result of God’s many gifts to her, including her mom and dad who love her more than life.
We had six days with her. Would I sound greedy if I said it wasn’t enough? It just wasn’t. Still, we were very grateful to be with her and Kelly and Doug, Jr. in their brand new beautiful home. I could see the delight in the eyes of Remi’s mom and dad, and I was transported three decades into the past when I first held my firstborn. What a feeling! Matched only by the realization that what we feel for our own children, Father God feels for us. Can that really be true? Yes it is! Only, we should remember that He has a far greater capacity for loving than we do and that His great heart of love is absolutely untainted by the curse of fallenness.
While we were in California, we conned Doug and Kelly into allowing us to take Remi on a road trip to the Sequoia National Park. We spent the night in a motel where Remi entertained us. We discovered that there was no way she was going to sleep while TV was on. So, we turned it off, and it was like we turned Remi off. She fell asleep in nothing flat.
I was truly amazed to look upon those giant trees growing on the tops of the mountains…so huge…many of them, scarred by fire, reaching heavenward as though pointing to the God Who alone could create such masterpieces. I praised Him there for the wonders I was looking upon. But I have to say this…I saw nothing more amazing, more wonderful, or more indicative of the handiwork of God than our beautiful Remi girl.
Somewhere in California, a one-year old girl walks about carrying things, among them, my heart. The joy she is and has reminds me that I too have a reason to smile, to laugh, to clap and dance, even when miles and responsibilities separate me from her. For I have a Father too Who is the source of every good gift I’ve ever known, including my precious Remi…and Sky-baby…and, did I tell you that I have two more grandchildren on the way?!!!
I never knew it was possible for the human heart to hold such joy…I know I couldn’t do it without Father God. Isn’t it great to know we don’t have to?