"Well done, good job, you did it, you make me smile, I am pleased, thank you , YOU LIVED . . . enter."
He longs to speak those words over us!
When my children were little ones perched around our kitchen table, eating food prepared by my hands, earned by his, blessed by Grace, my husband would say, "good supper, momma!" as he pushed his chair away from the table. Almost every meal.
Made me smile every time.
A few times, he forgot. Taking his hand and resting my head on his shoulder I would nudge his thoughts with a whisper, "please say it". Grinning he would repeat the familiar phrase he loved to say and I loved to hear.
The Lord will not forget . . . He will remember much that we have forgotten . . . because it is His nature to want us to know . . . that He is pleased and blessed.
Lord, what might I do to make you smile today?
