“Jesus loves me,
This I know…”
Really? How do you know? Because “the Bible tells me so”? Hmm, I don’t think so. You see, that’s not good enough. Just because I happen to read something in a book doesn’t mean I really know it to be true. Does it? So, how do I know Jesus loves me?
I was thinking about this yesterday and the answer was really pretty clear. I know Jesus loves me because he tells me so…every day…over and over again. Allow me to explain. Got a pen? You might want to take notes. This is gonna be good.
I woke up yesterday morning feeling pretty refreshed and well rested. Jesus loves me. Nestled beside me, sleeping peacefully was my sweet little Libs. She must have felt me stirring because she opened her little eyes, looked at me and immediately went to wagging her tail. Jesus loves me.
The pups and I herded out of the bedroom and into the living room, heading for the backdoor. Of course we had to stumble our way over the various and sundry toys strewn all over the floor from our little romping playtime from the night before. Have you ever played on the floor with some pups and their toys? We had a ball. Jesus loves me.
I walked out onto the back porch as the girls hustled through their doggy door and into the backyard. The trees had leafed out and were a beautiful shade of new springtime green. Even though there was a little bit of an early morning nip in the air, the sun was shining and birds were singing. I watched ducks swimming on the little lake while my girls chased each other around the yard. All of a sudden, I felt like I was being wrapped up in a big, welcoming good morning hug. It was so awesome and comforting all at the same time. How amazing to think that the Creator of all things took the time to welcome me to the day.
Oh yes, Jesus loves me. This, I know. Do you?