Last night, a baby smiled at me. He smiled at me over and over and over again. He looked right at me, and he smiled and smiled as if we were the only two. I felt his delight. I felt delightful. For a few minutes, the answer to my gnawing am-I-enough question was a sure and shining ‘yes.’ I wonder whether he was telling me something a lot bigger and better than I can imagine . . . something that seems too good to be true . . . something that I don’t dare to believe unless it sneaks past my defenses in baby smiles.
“The Lord delights in you.” Isaiah 62:4