LOVE

As I bathed my beautiful boy tonight, I was thinking about how I love him so. I tell him all the time. I feel as though I can never tell him enough. I often say, "you'll never know how much I love you." It is probably true. I love him more than I could have ever imagined, and I don't think I could love him any more than I do. Then, I got to thinking about the love of the Savior, that parental love. He loves me that much, even more, even me! And he loves you too. I looked at Cooper, and his busted head, scraped up nose, and scratched mosquito bites. I don't care. I still love him. I see past the flaws. Jesus sees past the flaws in me. He loves me in spite of them, no matter how ugly they are. He heals me when I am broken and makes me beautiful. In his eyes, I am perfect. I am covered by grace. Thank You so much for that. I hope that I can start seeing myself as the Father sees me. I hope that I can love Him even half as much as He loves me. I think about the other day when Cooper told me "love you" without being prompted. Oh how it warmed my heart so. I hope that I can warm my Father's heart with those words more often than I do. While I am every believing in Jesus, and the role he has in my life, I often forget the love he has for me. I hope that every time I tell Cooper I love him, I hear my Father saying "I love you." I pray as you tuck your children in, and tell them you love them, that you are reminded of the love the Father has for you.