Warm Liquid Joy

Why do berries hanging on a bush and moonlight in the middle of the night and grass waving in a breeze make my heart skip a beat as I burst out, “Oh, Father! You do that so well!” How is it that waves pounding the shore echo a sound deep within me and the rising sun means so much more than just a new day? Who is this One who has so captured my attention that He rarely leaves my thoughts? I find myself talking to Him all of the time about everything. I love the sound of His voice, the feel of His touch, the intensity of His gaze. I am consumed with being close to this Friend whose smile is like warm, liquid joy; to know His opinion, to glimpse what He sees, to ask His direction.