God Loves Me

She curled up on momma’s bed.  She situated herself in the comfort of a pillow, put a journal in her lap with a pencil in hand and while unprovoked, she wrote.

“God loves me.”

I submit that there is no innocence more beautiful.

You can also overhear this preschooler repeat from memory,  “The Father is God.  The Son is God. The Holy Spirit is God.  They are not 3 Gods, but one God and we worship God in all of this mystery.”  It was recited to me in such a way that I had to ask her momma for a translation.

I can tell this four-year-old nugget is developmentally learning the difference between real and pretend.  Her halo has yet to be tilted.  Adversity has not advanced her years.  Misfortune has not outnumbered her tippy-taps.  But, day by day the Lord takes care of the innocent. And, this same mysterious God can extend innocence to spread like the light in the sky. It’s not imaginary or fiction to extend this conviction that, four or not, it’s biblically not pretend.

Who is God?

He is the Father.  He is the Son.  He is the Holy Spirit.

How can that be?

It’s a mystery.

What does that mean?

It can be difficult, beyond our understanding, even impossible to comprehend.   

That doesn’t make it pretend.

It’s why we worship, glorify and honor Him.

Until you can say and wholeheartedly believe,

like a child,

God loves me.

2 Samuel 22

Matthew 18:3

Psalm 37:18