He Loves Me,
He Loves Me Lots!
Aromatic fragrances and sweet lyrical sounds excited my senses as I inhaled pure joy and eager anticipation. These heightened sensations drew me towards the direction that was greeted with excitement as my heart jumped with joy in unison with each footstep that led me closer to the propped door. The simplistic and innocent melody being sung beneath the covers amplified the subtle undertones.
Upon arrival, I stopped dead in my tracks instead of plunging in through the door. I usually fly onto the bed to receive that much needed sugar fix I crave that can only be satisfied through the hugs and kisses and giggles of my beloved granddaughter. The restraint delivered through the quiet peek from the door captured more than sweet memories.
The dangling of the tiny feet resembled more of a banging sensation similar to that of a tambourine along with the precious whispers of the words delivered. This clanging cymbal was something that her daddy mastered and brought me great joy. You can’t help but dance when memories are that vivid. This ushered me right into the presence of praising my Lord for all His amazing gifts and love!
The innocent melodic words flowing freely without any reservation from a two-and-a-half-year-old were simply, “My Carson, I love you. My Carson, I love you. My Carson. My Carson is good, good, good.” Then a brief moment of silence and the singing continued with “One, two, three, four. Two, three, four. Five, six. One, two. One, two.” Silence erupts as the wrestling of the sheets breaks through with, “He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not.”
Here my precious granddaughter was laying on my bed thinking about her adored three-year-old friend, Carson, with her legs flailing about in open air while pulling the petals away from flowers that were sitting on my nightstand. My heart leaped with joy as I watched with admiration how precious and innocent the words flowing carefree intertwined with her contentment to just be and receive. She had mastered that delicate art of basking long enough to ponder about love after awakening from a nap.
Listening to those tender words, “My Carson, I love you. He loves me, he loves me not,” suddenly reiterated how God’s Love never ceases. There is nothing we could ever do to make God not love us. If only we could arise and take a few brief moments each day to bask into His Great Love. This is why I’m such an advocate of His Word! Daily immersion equips us to press through boldly each day remembering how loved, chosen, pursued and valued we are.
We need to remember, reiterate and emphasize while changing our words to reflect “He loves me, He loves me lots. He loves me, He loves me lots!”
I want my Princess Ella to grow up knowing that she is Loved, ALWAYS, and Lots (LAL)! No matter what happens in life, there is nothing she can do to run from or separate herself from our good, good Father’s Love. And when she questions it, all she has to do is read her Love Letter, her Bible, and ask the Lord to show her what He thinks about her while she rests at His feet. I pray she constantly awakes knowing she is unconditionally loved and can sing out loud, “He loves me, He loves me lots! He loves me, He loves me lots!”
I can remember what it was like to feel and think I never belonged or that I was not loved. It distorted every choice and decision I ever made for decades. Talk about insecurities and strongholds that developed. I felt my identity was based on the power delivered from my family, career, income, power and prestige, education, children, you name it. All of that left me unfulfilled, unloved, and lacked any long-standing self-worth and identity.
Now that I know where my worth and value are derived from and how loved I am by our good, good Father, and it’s unconditional and never ceases, I am walking confidently with my Godfidence (confidence given by God) knowing I am not only loved just the way I am, but I am Loved Lots!
Being Loved is the most valuable and cherished possession one could obtain. It not only offers great riches through friendships, healing, transformation, and miraculous treasure chests filled and overflowing with daily gifts just awaiting to be picked up and opened, but it’s free and one in which we all thrive and bloom under. Maybe that is why Jesus was telling us to be more like little children in Matthew 18:3.
I don’t know about you, but I’m going to change my thinking and loudly proclaim to my Princess Ella that she is LOVED, ALWAYS, and LOTS! May we never forget to remember and share the power delivered from the Truth that “He loves me, He loves me lots.” After all, that is the meaning behind 1 John 4:8-21.
Until next time…