i remember sitting on the plane coming back from urbana, sitting next to a family of four: mom, dad, brother and daughter.
i felt especially curious about the smallest one, a little girl who was wearing pink pants, pink sneakers, curly hair wearing headphones on her head. she was singing as the plane made itself down the jetway, and ultimately took off. she was having a blast.
i was watching her, asking her dad to change the music, requesting songs...actually it was just one song, on repeat.
i remember watching her and being fascinated. she was just so cute.
her hair, face, and tiny hands and feet were an absolute delight to see.
i almost giggled out loud as she continued to sing, as she just did what she knew what to do.
a small question floated through the din of the airplane turbulation,
do You delight in me as much as I delight in her?
i didn't hear a response, i just got a feeling of affirmation.
as if You were saying,
of course, but you knew that already.
Lord, I still don't understand how you can find me that
i don't get it.
but as i continued to look at her and laugh in joy at who she was and how she slightly danced in her seat and sang unabashedly, i couldn't help but disagree.