“I love you, sweetheart, so very much.” I say this a lot, but it still hasn’t’ sunk in.
Granted I am inconsistent and I don’t show them as well as I’d like. But they have no idea and could never understand how much I love them.
I dread the times when I have to deny their requests or remove something that might seem enjoyable but could prove fatal. It really does hurt me more than it hurts them. They don't understand everything I do really is for their good.
It’s as if because mom won’t let us play in the street and eat m&ms 3 meals a day, she can’t be trusted. Even with Eden, “if mom won’t let me play with the electrical cord, she must not be good."
But I know a Father who is perfect, who does love His children perfectly who gives them every good and perfect gift (James 1:16)
who has lavished upon them more love and joy than could even be expressed (1 peter 1:8)
And who has proven the depth of His love by sending Jesus to die an awful death in our place (Romans 5:8).
And I know a daughter who is still anxious. When she worries it reveals a heart of underlying distrust that doubts that God really will provide, that He really can be trusted, That He loves me perfectly and infinitely! And that He is going to take care of me, in ways I wouldn’t have ever been able to anticipate
Apart from You there is no good thing. Psalm 16:2
“What must we do to be doing the works of God?” Jesus answered, “This is the work of God, that you believe.” John 6:28
Believe that I love you sweetheart, and I have conquered the only thing that could ever conquer you and have secured and displayed my love for you on the cross forever.
He who did not spare His own Son, but freely gave Him up for us all. How shall He not with Him graciously give us all things. Romans 8:32