To Be So Loved

I ran my first half marathon on Sunday, and it was quite awesome. At least, it was for me. But for my little son, it wasn’t. You see, he just wasn’t sure what to think about all the coming and going of his mom.

When I drew near to him, he was happy.


But when I ran away, all hell broke loose.


I think it was just too much for him to continually get teased with my presence but never get the satisfaction of ending up in my arms, which got me thinking.

I think God feels the same for us.

He loves us SO MUCH. And He, just like my son, craves our time and attention. And just like myself during the marathon, I think with a lot of our lives, we come close to Him for a moment. We pray and act like we want to draw near to Him, but then in a flash, something better comes along that easily grabs our time, energy or attention. And off we go again.

And God is left like my little son thinking, “But I love her (him) so much…Where’d (s)he go? Why’d (s)he leave again?”


You see, I believe that God’s love for us is as real as real can be, and because of that He craves time with us more than our children, our spouses, our friends or our work. (Which is pretty hard to imagine when you can feel how badly these things need and want us daily.)

And just like our loved ones, when God gets a chance to be with just us. To have our attention or sometimes just our presence. He, just like my son, feels like he is truly on Cloud 9. (Or whatever his Cloud of choice is in heaven.)


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Quinn is a wife, blogger and boymom with a degree in marriage and family therapy. 99% of her time is spent keeping her four boys alive and the other 1% is spent writing about their crazy times in her blog called Sanctification and Spitup also found on Facebook, Pinterest and Instagram. If you want to instantly feel better about the hecticness of your life, give her a follow to see it could be much worse. (She only wishes she was kidding.)

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