Rejoicing Over ME!

The moment I appear, there is shouting, running feet, dancing in place, excitement, enthusiastic hugging. All because Mamsie has arrived. They delight in my presence. There is rejoicing over me.

Me.

Rejoicing.

I find I relish that delight, that rejoicing when I consider the source. My grandchildren. Or my own children when they were small. I drink it in, parched for more. Feasting on such love.

Yet something nags. Feels uncertain. Doubts. Wonders if or when it will stop.

“My delight is in you.” (Isaiah 62:4)

“I rejoice over you.” (Zephaniah 3:17)

The Lord rejoices over ME??? Takes delight in ME ??? With that same exuberance?

Doesn't He remember how flawed I am? How broken? Isn't He as distant as my father? Or as unfaithful as I am? I have walked away from those I promised to love. Neglected. Hurt.

Yet, I am parched. I hunger. For such love. For someone to rejoice over me continually. To believe I am worth taking delight in.

I am halted in my lack. I ponder such love. Consider the source. God crying out in joy, dancing with excitement, shouting His love. For me.

Me.

Rejoicing.

I relish the delight and I am satisfied.

At last.