Today I was at my nephew’s 3rd birthday party (Happy Birthday Joey!) when I heard Emma yelling at me from across the yard.  I was holding Lucy while my wife and Emma ate lunch.

Emma started yelling, “Daddy, Daddy!!!” It was one of those moments when the kid yelling was so loud that it seemed like everyone stopped their conversation and looked at Emma.

When I realized that Emma was calling me, I responded, “yes Emma!”

While the rest of the party was silent, Emma shouted, “I love you!”

There was a collective “awwwwwwwwwwwwww” through out the party.

I’m not going to lie, it was really cute and it made me feel really good to hear my daughter yell that across the yard.  I know exactly why she yelled that and I am not surprised at all.  I’m pretty sure every parent who has ever loved their children have had a similar moment.

When someone loves you so much and gives you so much attention, the only rational thing to do is to love them in return.  Every day I make it a point to hold my girls and tell them that I love them.  I whisper it in their ears even though I know that Lucy doesn’t understand yet.  I want them to know that they are loved, and be secure with that knowledge.  Emma is getting to the point where she has found confidence in our love.  Therefore, she is doing the most rational thing she can do; she’s reflecting that love back to her mom and dad.

A while ago I wrote about serving people as a form of growing deeper in love with them. I think that is part of God’s plan with our kids.  When you change countless diapers, get up in the middle of the night, change sheets that have been puked on for the third time in one day you grow deeper in love with your child.

I remember one time when Emma’s diaper didn’t quite do its job; when I went to get her up from a nap she was handing me her baby doll that was covered in poop.  Even when your kids hand you their crap, you still love them.  In fact there isn’t a thing you wouldn’t do for them. You take it and then you clean them up.

This is exactly how God is with us.  We constantly make a mess of life and we hand that mess over to him.  Even though its dirty and nasty, he takes us, throws us in the cosmic bubble bath and cleans us up.  When you look at all of the little seemingly insignificant details of life, it is simply a metaphor for how much God loves us.  So in the face of that love, how do you respond?

Do you live your life as a reflection of the love of a Father who loves us?


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