It was way too early to be up and Samantha crept out of her room. “I forgot to make my lunch last night.” “Oh, that’s okay, honey. We can do that in a little bit. We have plenty of time.” She went back to bed and I came in a couple of minutes later to lay with her. “I love you Sam,” I whispered in her ear, drawing her in close. “Why?“ she asked. “I love you because I love the way your smile lights up when you laugh. I love the way you love to be with your friends. I love the way you understand deep things but want to think about them in your own heart. I love you because for some reason God made this special love between moms and daughters and so even when we mess up we still love each other just as much. We can’t explain it, but it’s just that way.”
I kissed her head and she rolled back over.
It’s hard to quantify, but it’s the same love that God has for the world. God looks at the earth, at the sick, the angry, the good and the evil and He whispers…”I love you. I so love the world.”
I can’t explain it, but it’s just that way, and even more than I want Samantha to believe that I love her no matter what, God longs for us to believe Him too.
It’s the start of trust. It’s the beginning to the way, the truth, and the life. It’s the beginning of the love we have been looking for all along.
God help me believe that You love the world. God help me believe that You love me too.