Doughnut Dancing

Every Saturday night after church, we go to the doughnut shop.

Jason's parents used to take their family to get doughnuts every Sunday after "night church", and we decided to continue the tradition in our family.

This past Saturday, as I opened the door to the doughnut shop, Max immediately ran to the counter. He pointed at the glass window that housed all the doughnuts, and exclaimed, "No-nuts!" "No-nuts!"

Then he began to dance.

He did a jig of sorts, followed by a slow sway, followed again by the jig. All over the shop. For everyone to see.

When we walk into that doughnut shop, Max knows that something wonderful is waiting for him there. He expects to sit in his highchair and indulge in the sweetness of a doughnut. And, not just any doughnut. A glazed one. With pink icing. AND sprinkles.

And so he danced.

I sat watching him. My heart was full of delight as I watched my child dancing for joy in excitement and anticipation. And, as he devoured his doughnut, my heart soared. I felt such deep joy in blessing my child.

God used this precious boy to teach me something that night. As I swing open the doors of any given circumstance, I have a heavenly Father who is waiting to shower me with blessings of the pink icing and sprinkle type. Not just ordinary blessings. But over-the-top, "you are My child and I love to see you smile" kinds of blessings.

Like Max, I want to dance unabashedly in anticipation. I want to trust that the God who loves and cares for me is waiting to bless my days. Not because of anything I have done.

But simply because I am His child.

"If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask Him!"

Matthew 7:11