"Like the proud mother who is thrilled to receive a wilted bouquet of dandelions from her child, so God celebrates our feeble expressions of gratitude."
~ Richard Foster~
She was four years old.
She was at granddad's house.
He had a brand new car.
She had a nail.
And she scratched her name on the back of the car.
She ran to show granddad her act of love.
Her parent's freaked out.
But granddad swept her up in his arms and hugged her and exclaimed, "she's four years old and she can write her name."
He didn't see it as destruction---he saw it as love and accepted it as such.
This story was told at my grandfather's funeral in 1996. I was 28 years old. After the service, my great aunt came to me and said, "we still have that car." My grandfather had given her to car to use twenty years before but it was always a "loan." She was not to sell it. Twenty-four years my grandfather kept that bouquet of dandelions. Twenty-four years kept that signature. Twenty-four years.
And so it is with God. He stores up our bouquets of love and cherishes them. He chooses to forget our sins and he chooses to keep the love. Go offer Him some love expression today.