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Oh…How God Loves Us

Nevermind the magnetic words on our fridge.  Or the directions of the letters.  They were just along for the ride.

What matters is the words that aren’t seen…

The ones our son, easily mistaken for a bumblebee here, belted from the bottom of his chest, the ones that went like this:  “HOW GOD LOVES ME…OH, HOW GOD LOVES ME…”

Which made me sniff…

And then stagger toward a dining room chair, as I didn’t want to miss a word.

Only the words changed to, “OH, WOW, GOD LOVES ME…OH, WOW, GOD LOVES ME…” and the volume…

the volume crescendoed until I could no longer just listen, but joined in instead…

And there we two sang, “how he loves us, oh, how he loves us…oh, how he loves us…”

And God’s presence…

God’s presence filled our kitchen as if to affirm every word.

Ahh…thank you, Jesus…

Amen.

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