I just read this Psalm again and it made me think back when my children were young and I was able to work. It made me feel
sooooo good when I came home and my youngest would come running with her arms stretched out yelling 'mommy, mommy' That made me feel so good. My older ones didn't come running but they would welcome me with a kiss and a smile (of course a wholde bunch of requests followed), but isn't that the way God must feel too?
I think so
