I am going to pick up my granddaughter at the airport this morning, and I just commented to God that I was excited to see her. His immediate response was, "I'm excited that you told Me." (I never want to imply that I hear the audible voice of God. Basically, I get little impressions rising in my soul that are not what my own normal thought processes would be.)
My response back to Him was, "What???!!!? The mighty, magnificent God of majesty and power, of purity and perfection, is excited because I took half a second to make an off-the-cuff little comment to Him? Little old me? Insignificant, not really fascinating me?"
"Whoa! Stop," He says. "Insignificant? I gave My Son for you. He gave His blood, His life for you. I see you in Him, as having been crucified, dead, buried, and then raised up...in Him. I see you washed in that perfect cleansing blood that He shed. You know that you are urged to come boldly and with confidence into My presence, to My throne of grace. Because I have declared you righteous, I point My royal sceptre of acceptance and favour toward you to admit you freely into My presence any time you want to come, even if it's just to make a brief little comment. I actually enjoy you. I love it when you spend time with Me."
A scripture popped into my head. A few days after my husband's funeral, Zephaniah 3:17 was given to me. It says, "The Lord your God...the Mighty One...will rejoice over you with gladness; He will renew you (or quiet you) with His love; He will rejoice over you with singing." (Oh, I know that was written to Israel, the "daughter of Zion" but I am now part of spiritual Israel, and I do a whole lot of claiming the promises that were spoken to her.) Strong's concordance has the first "rejoice" as meaning "to be bright, cheerful", "gladness" as "blithesomeness, glee" and the second "rejoice" as "to spin around, rejoice..." Isn't that quite a picture, that the Holy Lord of all is bright and cheerful because of me, glad, blithesome, gleeful, singing, spinning around and rejoicing? Oh, wow! How entirely awesome!
I sometimes feel that I don't pray nearly enough, but I do make little comments to God throughout the day. When I nearly trip or nearly cut myself, I do a quick little "thank You for my angels", referring to Psalm 91:11: "for He shall give His angels charge over you to guard you in all your ways." When I get a little ping of pleasure just because I look at the clock and it says 12:34, or a goldfinch comes to my bird feeder (not in December, I know), or a little bubble of exultation rises in me for no apparent reason, or a fabulous song starts to play itself in my head, I do a quick little moment of praise.
My wonderful, well-loved brother-in-law passed suddenly, unexpectedly, tragically early Sunday morning. There have been many tears, much concern for his shattered, grieving wife, much heaviness of heart, such a sense of loss. But even in the midst of that, the soul rises up and says, "Lord, You are good and You are faithful. I know that You will see her through and give her strength and comfort. I praise You." He accepts praise that comes to Him with tears too.
So let's remember to keep on turning with our occasional, unplanned comments to our attentive, approving Heavenly Father who loves us so completely, and who enjoys any conversation we choose to have with Him.