Three AM feedings...

What do most people think about when they wake up at 3 am to feed their baby? Sleep, right? Don't they usually think "okay, it's been fifteen minutes on this side, another on the other side, that makes thirty minutes. Is he done. Okay, now maybe I can go back to sleep." Does that sound about right? Well that is how it usually goes for me, but not the other night (or should I say morning). I woke up to Josiah waking up and crying for food. I turn on our night light and walk over to his crib to pick him up. His eyes meet mine and he stops crying and gives me a loving smile. I can't help but to kiss him as I pick him up. I carry him to my bed and adjust my pillows. I sit down with him on my lap and begin nursing him. At first his eyes are open and just starring at me as his hand searches for my hair. I find myself lost in his brown eye's, just watching him and loving him. As he's lying there in my arms content and happily eating his early morning snack, a thought crossed my mind. "I wonder if God ever looks at us and simply adores us the way I adore Josiah"? I know He is proud of us when we are living a life that is pleasing to Him. I know that He is excited and overjoyed when we lead a lost soul to Christ. But when does He adore us? When does He look down and get lost in our lives? So I started wondering and wondering. And this is what I came up with. I believe that God looks at us with those loving eyes and adores us when we decide to wake up and simply say "good morning Father, I love you and want to live for you today." When we clean the house and sing praises to Him at the same time. When we get comfy on the couch or our favorite place and get lost in His Word. When we go to church and allow God's message to soothe our soul and convict our hearts. When we love our family and those around us. I think when we decide to submit and love our husbands. When we're patient with our children. I think it is all of these things and others that catch God's eye, and causes Him to look down in love and adore His children. I want my Heavenly Father to always be proud of me, I want Him to say "thy good and faithful servant" But more than anything, I want him to love me and adore me. To be proud that I am His daughter. The way I am proud of my children. The way I love and adore my daughter when she prays and teaches Bible stories to her little brother. The way I look at Josiah in all of his innocence. This is what I concluded at 3 in the morning! Talk about a great feeding session =]