With a hint of disgust in her voice she said, "No they didn't clap or cheer or nothing." I started laughing at the visual of her friends actually doing that. "Do they normally do that when you walk into the class room?" I asked her.
"No, what I mean is that they didn't leap for joy."
I probed no more, for clearly she was disappointed at her fellow classmates lack of enthusiasm at the sight of her.
One thing I adore about God is what it says about Him in Psalm 118. Verse 1 says, his love endures forever and then again at the end of the chapter the last line of verse 29 reminds us of how his love endures forever.
To me that's so sweet to know that if we wander away from underneath God's shelter & try to live life on our own that when we finally can't stand the pit of misery and come back to our senses, the angels join our Savior in clapping, cheering & I would assume He even leaps for joy at the sight of us.
In Luke 15 when the prodigal son returned home, his father threw a party; no a huge celebration. He provided the best of the best to rejoice that his son was back home. I heard a speaker ask "why did the psalmist start & finish Psalm 118 with his love endures forever?" Her answer: because he knew if anyone could exhaust the love of God it was him, and he couldn't because of the King's enduring love.
When I look back at my walk, I'm sad at the many times I've turned my back on God, but I am more thankful that I have a Father who celebrates me when I collapse into His awaiting arms exhausted from the ways of the world. A Father who claps, cheers & leaps for joy when I call on His name. I am thankful, yet undeserving of His enduring love, but I can't imagine not having it.
Thank You Jesus for welcoming us with everlasting, unconditional love when we walk into your arms full of grace & mercy. Thank You for celebrating us.
Maybe Mrs. Anderson's 1st grade welcoming comittee needs a lesson on showin' some lastin' love! Lol...