My Ebenezer

How badly do you want your child to talk to you about his/her day at school? Every time I pick Speedy up from school or Granny’s or wherever, I try everything I can to get him to tell me about his day. Asking direct questions doesn’t work – I have to let him talk at his own pace and sometimes that means I don’t hear from him on the subject.

It’s funny, because most of the time i know what he did while I was gone. He played with the water hose at Grammy’s, or the rocks at Granny’s or he saw Santa at school. I know the jist and sometimes even the details of what his day was like. But I still want him to tell me. Even if I know he had a blast and loved every minute of it, I want to hear it from him. I want to hear the way he describes and watch his face as he does so.

Just like God wants to hear from me about the details of my life. He wants to see my face and hear the way I describe what is happening. He longs for me to just talk to Him. Even though he already knows every detail.

This just occurred to me yesterday and I don’t think my prayer life will ever be the same again. Just as I wait for Speedy to talk to me, God waits for me to talk to Him.