Happiness is grand-child shaped

What a joy grandchildren can be! Over the last few days France and I have spent time with both our two small grandchildren. I was surprised by an immense sense of privilege in looking after them, and joy in seeing how they are growing. That wasn't due to any specially warm response to my presence - it was pure enjoyment of who they were. (Nappies etc. were more Frances' department, I admit.)

It struck me at the time that such a sense of privilege and joy might not only be God-given, but also a reflection of his image: he too enjoys his creation and new creation, and takes pleasure in our development. Even mine!