It’s hard not to imagine that God hides behind the sofa when He sees me coming. After all, I’ve run from Him and lied to Him and yelled at Him and taken His stuff but pushed Him away.
The truth however, is a little different:
‘… while I was still a long way off, my father saw me and was filled with compassion for me; he ran to me, his daughter, threw his arms around me and kissed me’.
Luke 15:20b
How does God feel when He looks at me? And at you?
Here’s a snapshot:
Oh I am SO THRILLED to find another Bert le Clos fan! I LOVE HIM! Brilliant.
Yes, just looking at him makes me happy!