In one of those crazy busy working mom kind of days, I eventually arrived at my daughter’s school to fetch her. It was the latest that she had ever been fetched and although the teacher promised me that she had been having the best time having an extra afternoon of playtime, my heart was not convinced.
As she looked up at me and threw her arms around me in a huge hug, she whispered the words into my ear, “I kept looking at the door and hoping you would come.”
Of course there was the temptation to spin into working mommy guilt mode, but as I drove her home I couldn’t help but be so encouraged by her active demonstration of one of the qualities of love described in 1 Corinthians 13.
1 Corinthians 13 vs 7
“Love always hopes.”
I pictured her little face turning towards the door whenever it opened, hoping that this time it would be her mommy who was there to take her home.
Once again I was challenged in my own relationships, with my husband, with my family and with my friends. How often do I express my love for them in hoping to see them, in actively making a way to get together? How often do I hope for more time with them.
And then of course to apply it in my walk with the Lord.
How often do I hope for Christ’s return? When He comes back will He find my face filled with the same hope and expectancy that my three year old had for me?