There was a talk by a man and his daughter in which they demonstrated the dynamic between God and His people. When he sat still, she sat still. When he moved closer, she did too. When he walked all the way toward her, she met him half way. It is tempting to believe that we are waiting for God to show up, to finish what He is doing and remember us. We are slumped in the waiting room that is life, hoping for a chance to get to the front of His agenda. 

Yet the truth is that God is perched and ready to come closer to us the moment, the fraction of a moment, that we approach Him. It is not because He is distracted, or off duty, or making a point that He does not leap in before we do. It is to keep us free. Then in equal measure, He rushes in with the same speed as a reflection in a mirror. The image cannot precede our movements, or be a heartbeat slower. It can only match them. Perfectly. 

We look to Him. He looks to us. We open our eyes in wonder, so does He.

Recently I have been trying to be more respectful of John's space. He pointed out that a quilt stand was blocking his dresser, making it hard to put clothes away. I moved it. In the last week he has taken the initiative to jostle Benjamin into the shower, a task that he is better at than I am. The morning has been more pleasant for all three of us. 

While I would not suggest that I am as quick to respond to my husband as God is to me, I have been told that we are created in the image and likeness of our Creator. So maybe that means I have potential.