“I was glad when they said to me, “Let us go to the Lord’s house.”” Psalm 122:1
Before our granddaughter Alyse learned to talk, she lived only fifteen minutes north of our home. When her parents drove into our neighborhood on their way to run errands, they observed her kicking her feet, making happy noises, and pointing to Grandma and Papa’s house as she passed by. Perhaps she thought they were bringing her to play or perhaps she was just letting them know she wanted to stop and visit with us.
When our grandson Noah was very small, he too would get excited as he recognized landmarks and knew he was getting closer to Grandma and Grandpa’s home. One time as his father was waiting to make a left turn onto our street, Noah pleaded, “Hurry, Daddy!”
I was thankful that my home was a happy place for my grandchildren and that coming to see me made them glad.
Oh, Dear Father, may I exhibit Alyse’s and Noah’s gladness on Sunday mornings as I go to church to worship. May it not be an empty duty or ritual, but may my heart be filled with excitement and anticipation about what You will have to show me and say to me. May it be said of me that I was glad when it was time to go to the house of God.