Of hugs and making beds

My littlest guy is a perfectionist.  Or maybe OCD.  To the extreme.  He made his bed yesterday and again today.  I heard him yelling at his older, bigger brother to "get off my bed, get off my bed." . I have no idea what might have happened if his brother hadn't have listened, but I was frightened.  I saw him on the bed several times, making it "just right" . It was already made better than what I would have done.  He had the edges of the covers lined up straight on the bottom of the bed. Who does that??!!  ☺.  So, I'm sharing about the little guy today.  It's amazing, isn't it, how we are such imperfect people, imperfect parents and our children love us anyway? Last night, I suppose he was getting tired because it wasn't his bedtime yet, he told me that he and I needed to go to my bedroom and get under the covers and snuggle. . . I felt my heart melt. When my children, who see me sometimes at my frazzled worst, love me anyway.  An unexpected, "I love you, Mom", a hand hold, a wet, slightly slimy kiss on the check.  Time stops and the whole world seems to hold its breath for that one precious moment.  I wonder, does Father God feel that way, we we come to Him, very immature, broken emotionally and sometimes physically, and worship Him anyway? There is nothing more I can think of that makes me happier than my children's unconditional love and trust.  And that's what He wants, our trust. Our willingness to obey and love Him. Because like our children, we don't always see the bigger picture of why things happen.  Things that may have been set into motion even before our birth. That shape our lives, our future, our family.  Sometimes, we just have to take a deep breath, and let go. And fall into the love of the Father. Trusting that He won't let us go, He won't let us fall.