Analogies of God as the dad and me the little girl help me…

I was pondering the other day why God likes the little songs I write Him… I’m no recording artist and they’re nothing fancy… I’m just using the gifts He gave me to sing my heart out to Him, to bless His heart (Psalm 147:1). I know He likes them because they’re expressions of the inward reality of my heart’s little movements towards Him… that is what matters to Him most… I could have the most incredible sounding song in the world, but if there’s no love behind it… it means nothing (1 Corinthians 13:1).

And I also thought about a little girl painting her daddy a picture… with the paint he bought her on the paper he gave her (James 1:17). And he might’ve taught her how to paint in the first place (Job 36:22)… how to hold the paintbrush, dip it in the pot (oh, little multicoloured plastic pots of paint… always with the same colour lid as the paint they hold… they made childhood just that little bit more delightful) and then go crazy with swipes and splats and swirls… he gave her everything in order for her to paint. And then she takes the gifts and makes something for him in return… and he treasures that little painting. She’s just giving back what he gave her… but in a way that is just so her, maybe not full of skill in the eyes of the world, but it is full of love. She took a gift from him to give a gift to him. And he loves it!! Oh and then when she says “I made it just for you, ‘cuz I love you” *big grin* and his heart meeelts (Song of Songs 4:9)…

Like God and my songs and my little spins and twirls…

Like God and those little things you do for Him with the gifts He gave you