Yesterday I wrote about a toddler who woke up in my wife’s arms. The little fellow seemed pretty content, until his mother walked into the room. Then he knew that he would have even greater joy in his mother’s arms.

As this occurred, I saw his mother approaching before the little boy did. I anticipated that he would have a gleeful reaction to his mother’s appearing, so I watched him closely as this scenario played out. The look on his face at the moment he saw his mother was a picture of pure joy.

This must be what it will be like when we see Jesus face-to-face.

When by His grace I shall look on His face, that will be glory, be glory for me.—Charles H. Gabriel.