Sweet Music

“How wonderful, how beautiful, when brothers and sisters get along!”  (Psalm 133—Message)

                My little daughters are yet of an age that they cannot see the mutual advantage of a common front.  Thinking it will gain favor with me, they tattle—as if my fatherly heart is a finite pie of love, preserved only by denying their sister a piece.  Of course, it only wearies me to have them strive so for what is both infinite and beyond my control—my love for them is a boundless gusher without a cut-off valve of which I am aware.  But sometimes, caught up in a childish pleasure of theirs, they forget about my presence completely.  In those times, I creep to the edge of the stairs and listen to  them laugh and care for each other.  I cannot really describe the feeling I have when I hear that Sweet Music.  Does God feel this way when he sees his children put themselves aside to embrace each other?  If I knew that  to be true, I think I would abandon all my works and try to make Sweet Music until my last breath.