Not too long ago I shared a tender moment with my 9-month daughter that transcended earth. I was holding her in my arms while sitting at our breakfast bar. At nine-months she is just beginning to crawl. As I held and looked at her, God’s love began to spread through me. As a father holding his child, God’s love began to make even more sense.
I held her up in the air with both arms fully outstretched and said, “You’re not crawling properly. Do it right and then I’ll love you. (I brought her down a bit closer and smiled) I love you as only a father can, but if you don’t believe I love you then I need to toss you in the dumpster (oh, makes me sick just typing that). No, silly daddy. I love you whether you believe it or not, and nothing will change that. (I brought her closer right up to my face) But if you do believe that I love you then it makes all the difference. Because how great is it when little daughters believe — truthfully believe — that their daddy loves them. I love you Scout! And so does your heavenly Dada.”
My wife, who was witnessing our tender exchange, said, “I wish I could of video recorded every minute of that.”