The Exchange of Love, Pt. 2

...Now, please don't misunderstand me. I'm not talking about self-worship, nor am I suggesting that we start singing "It's all about me" in our worship sets. But human nature tends to gravitate towards extremes. We think that there must not even be a trace of self in our worship to the Lord. But I'm dying to know...how does the Lord feel about me? Am I moving His heart? Does He look at me with approving glances? Does He think I'm worth it? He loves me, but does He like me?
I confess that I often feel like a kid fishing for complements from my mom and dad. Like I'm the one that just picked up a 5 pound weight and trying to get dad to see my strength. The grown-up in me would say that I'm weak, but the child in me would expect that I'm strong. And something tells me that my Father, who could bench press the world a million times over, would still be proud of what strength I have.
I suppose this is a little bit of what it means to have a child-like heart. If I have the heart of a grown-up, then my using all my strength to lift five pounds of spiritual progress causes me to want to give up and refuse any praise that my Father would attempt to give me. After all, He benches the world. But if I have a child-like heart, I'm pretty pleased in pleasing my Father, and I'm not thinking about how I could do more and how He is infinitely stronger than I'll ever be. No, when I would think of His infinite strength, I would think that it is to protect and hold me, not to be a reminder that I'm not as strong as He is.
I'm thinking about my Daddy lifts weights, so I will lift weights; not my Daddy lifts a billion pounds, so I will lift a billion pounds. I will, with all of my might, no matter how weak that is, love Him.
By the way, I'm not talking about being immature spiritually, nor being content with being immature. It's more like what C.S. Lewis once said, that God wants a child-like heart, but a grown-ups head.
A grown-up heart is like what Kaylee, a student in Victory School of Ministry, said in her psalm of praise to the Lord: "I was a child dying of old age..."