Kids

Adam came to tell me goodnight the other day as I was washing up the dinner dishes. He gave me a love and a smooch and I told him God loves him.

"Yep, He loves you too." Starts out of the kitchen.

"Adam. I mean it, God really does love you. I'm not just saying that."

Turns to look around the corner at me.
"Okay."

"Okay. Good night buddy. Love you."

"Love you too."


I go back to washing dishes.

"Mommy."

"What buddy?"

"Even though you're a grownup, you're still God's kid." And down the hall he goes.

I don't know why it hit me the way it did. Maybe it had something to do with how he said it with such conviction. Or maybe it was because I was tired or because it took me by surprise. I don't really know why, but as my oldest son went to his room to say his prayers, all I could think was, I'm God's kid. The overwhelming thought that I love my own children only a fraction of how God loves his, hit me like a brick. That God would consider me his child, well, it doesn't get much better than that.