what God deserves

A couple of months ago I was baby-sitting my 5 year old Grandson Ivan. Bouncing off the walls and a full stomach eventually took its toll on the Lad. He sit in my lap and I began to rock. I think We must have been watching cartoons as Gravity finally defeated a robust and muscular young Man. Ivan was clumped up in an uncomfortable pile on my lap. The cover was everywhere but on Him. Ivan woke up distressed as He was uncovered and twisted about to free Himself. He was tired and sleepy, worn out by a full day of playing with His 14 year old brother. I couldn't do it again in a million years but just this once I was able to free him from the cover with one gentle tug while simultaneously repositioning His body into a more comfortable position. As I pulled the blanket over His body to warm Him and get Him back to sleep Ivan took a moment from His life to thank Me for seeing to His comfort. He unselfishly took a moment and gave Me a compliment. He looked Me in the eyes and said "Your Perfect." For a little while I felt like God being worshipped. In my reality He was worshipping God. No, I don't think I'm God...but I know how it feels. All love is of God. The love we feel is His gift. God...Your perfect!