As someone who was very enthusiastic upon graduating high school and entering college, I have to say that it's been great being back in my house with my parents.  I'm a major daddy's girl, so getting to be with my dad makes me a very happy person.  We goof around and tease each other and I know that if I were to need anything ever, I can go to my daddy.  He'll give me advice that I may (but probably won't) take.  He listens to me rant and comes running at the utterance of the word "bug".  He takes me out to eat, to movies, and to ice cream when I ask.  For the first eighteen or nineteen years of my life, we would spend massive amounts of time together, getting comments about how much we look alike (if only I had a mustache...).  Even though he gives me a hard time when he tries to wake me up or get me to clean or take up my shoes, I know he will always love me and that I can always trust him.

I know that this is the easiest comparison ever, but it's still crazy to me to think that God wants to have that type of relationship with me.  He wants the easiness and closeness that comes having spent nineteen plus years with each other.  If that's such an easy concept with my dad, who's human, why do I have such a hard time accepting that from my heavenly Daddy, who is perfect?  He created the universe and everything in it, and He still chooses to care about me.  He's the one I should be running to, but I spend the vast majority of my time running from Him.  His patience with me constantly blows my mind.

"Oh, that we might know the LORD!  Let us press on to know Him.  He will respond to us as surely as the arrival of dawn, or the coming of rains in the early spring." Hosea 6:3