A young mom who has a two year old often posts stories about him. It is easy to feel affection for this little boy, even though he has no idea who I am, and has perhaps never seen me. This week she said that when he goes to sleep he names all of the people that love him. And the animals. And the cars. And the foods. It takes awhile. Then when he wakes up he lists them
again.
What a solid way to end and begin each day. He has no way of knowing, but I should be on the list too. Because I love him.
If any of us had even the remotest clue how much we are cherished by God and a fleet of angels we cannot see, we would be overwhelmed. Shocked. Speechless. It would be enough to obliterate all self doubt and anger, every shred of resentment, jealousy, and fear. When people are grounded in love, they have no interest in
complaining. Just look at a baby snuggled on her mama's back.
One time a friend who was feeling distant from her husband noticed something. Other people loved him. He was valued at work. His mother doted on him. He made people laugh at parties. Their kids jet packed into his arms when he came home. Why could she not muster up a smile when he walked through the door? She decided to piggy back on the affection that others felt for him, and it eventually carried her to
the other side of the gulf. Now their marriage is richer than ever.
If there were a way to look through the one way glass that separates us from heaven, we would see all those adoring faces. Then we would fall asleep as peacefully as that little boy clutching his favorite truck, knowing without question that we are loved.
