"Do you know how much I love you?" I asked our littlest boy as I tucked him into bed.
Sometimes bedtime is the best. This is the time when they will just talk and talk. They will tell us all about their day - the funny parts and the parts that hurt them. They want tickled and hugged. They'll laugh until they can't catch their breath. They'll love and be loved. Sometimes they'll look up at you with eyes that are so content. This is what they want. This is what they need. Doesn't everyone?
And maybe sometimes they are just trying to stay up a little bit later. But I'll take it.
I held his face and looked into his eyes. "Do you know how much I love you?"
"A hundred percent. A billion."
"Do you know how much Jesus loves you?"
"More than the whole entire world. More than space."
There was a pause as he thought about it.
"More than anything."
We hear it all the time, but do we know how much Jesus loves us? I don't think we do, and I don't know if we ever will.
The One who made the universe gave His life in place of ours, took the punishment that we deserved, and paid for our sins with His life. He defeated death, and now He wants a relationship with us, wants to be with us. Isn't that just crazy?
My prayer is that all of our kids here, the ones that have come and gone, and the ones that will come one day, will know His love. That you and I would know His love more and more. That we would find our identity in Him.
We desperately want our kids to know this. That it doesn't matter what they've done or been told.
The truth is, they are so valuable. They are precious and wanted. They are princes and princesses, children of the King of Kings. They are chosen and priceless. They are fearfully and wonderfully made. They have purpose and meaning.
And they are loved.
The God who made the universe loves them with an unconditional and unfailing love.
That is who they are.
And that is who you are too.