I confess. My thoughts kept wandering during the sermon that day. I kept thinking about a little preschooler who rode on the van route I drove at the time for our Christian School. Each afternoon when I would come through the door, she’d be set and ready, in a somewhat crouched position. As she would see me coming, her face would light up and she’d spring forward to zoom into my arms for a huge hug. As I sat quietly thinking of her and breathing in the joy that she brings, God had so much more to say and of course, it was both humbling and encouraging. I heard so clearly that as much joy as her exuberance would always bring me, I should clearly look beyond myself and think about what my coming through those doors meant to her. I think God giggled at me as I recognized the reality. I was a means to an end for her. I was the one coming to take her to her grandma’s home, where her mama would soon come to get her. Talk about humbling! Am I crouched and ready, springing forward at every opportunity before me to seize time with Jesus? Every time an opportunity to be with Him is given, He is always there with the light of the universe shining toward me, to welcome me into His presence. He fills my lungs with His breath and greets me with that same unmeasured exuberance and deep joy and HE is the one and only means by which I am ushered in before my Abba Father! Out of the mouths, and hugs, of babes, His truths shine.