As I mentioned yesterday, I read "Heaven is For Real" for kids. One of the main themes was that Jesus really, really, really loves children. As I was reading this to my girls, I look up to see Max climbing to the very top of his easel, about 4 feet off the ground, flashing my an ornery grin. And I told myself, "Jesus really loves children".
I've told myself that many times today.
Jesus loves children when they are too giggly and rowdy to pay attention. Jesus loves children when they spill spaghetti on the floor. Jesus loves children when they are dancing silly. Jesus loves children when they climb up the back of the couch and flip over- over and over and over again.
Jesus loves children when they insist on making snow ice cream even when there is only a fourth of an inch of snow on the ground, and experimenting with flavorings and food colorings. Jesus loves children when they have to play in the running bathtub water. Jesus loves children when they pick all the flowers in my back yard. Jesus loves children when they scream with glee at the sunset. Jesus loves children when they play with their parents and say, "doagain" one hundred times.
Jesus loves their innocence, their weakness, their sense of wonder, their trust, their lack of coordination, and their appreciation for the little things.
Some of the things that can frustrate me the most is what Jesus loves the most.
Children are a privilege, not a burden.
God, help me to love children like you do.
Thanks, Wendi. I needed to read this!!
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