You know what I love about going home at the end of a day, other than being able to be with my family? My youngest son, Nathan, who just turned one cannot talk. But, oh, can he communicate!!! When I walk in the door, Vincent (age 4) and Faith (age 2), both start declaring with excitement that "Daddy's home!!" and they run and give me a quick hug, and then return to whatever it was they were doing.
Nathan, however, has his own method. From wherever this little crawling, non-walker, may be, he begins his journey to side door where I am taking off my shoes and hanging my keys. It takes him a little bit, but he gets there, grabs hold of my legs, pulls himself up, and embraces my legs. I pick him and hold him close, while he plants the side of his face on my chest and lays there. He doesn't speak with words, but my son communicates greatly and effectively.
You know, God's love is so great in my life. I have always known it, even at times when I didn't feel very "lovely" or "loving." But, through it all, I have grown more and more in love with Him. No matter what I'm going through, He is there ready to embrace me. My heart, like my son to me, is to get so close to Him, reach out for Him, to have Him embrace me in His arms. I can pursue loving Him, because He first pursued loving me.