Joy in ME

The giddy kind of joy.  The one you cannot contain.  It giggles and grins and jumps up and down.  You can see it coming as it does a little jig and gives spontaneous bear hugs along the way.  It doesn't care what it looks like as it shrieks excitedly and bursts into song.  It is all-consuming and contagious.  I see it in my kids on a daily basis - with the pride of accomplishment or the delight in a seemingly small treasure.  To picture that joy on God?  To picture that delight because of me?  Not because of what I have done today, not because of my successes, not because I have it all together.  Just because I am me.  He takes great delight in me.  In who I am.  He rejoices over me with singing.  On that day when I sit on the couch and hide my tummy from even myself,  when I regret yelling at my child, when I know I could have accomplished so much more, when I hate that I ate too much, when I feel lazy and ugly and unlovable.  No matter what I have done or not done, He delights and rejoices in me like a giddy 4-year-old.