I stopped by the nursery the other day and watched my son play and eat his snack. He didn’t know I was behind the glass watching him.
It’s weird because I was happy just watching him. He wasn’t doing anything for me. He was simply being himself and enjoying the moment.
For some reason it brought me joy. I had this overwhelming sense of love towards him. I love him because he’s mine and for no other reason. There’s nothing he can ever do that’s going to make me love him any more. He doesn’t have to try to make me love him. I already do because he’s my flesh and blood.
As I was watching him I heard the Lord whisper, “I look at you the same way.” I was shocked for a moment and stood there basking in God’s presence.
God looks at us the same way. As his children we’re called the apple of his eye.
Sometimes I think he’s sitting in heaven just watching us enjoy ourselves. It brings him joy because he’s our daddy. I imagine him sitting there with his morning coffee watching us. Occasionally we will do something funny and he’ll elbow one of the angels and say, “Did you see Eric? Just watch him. He’s too funny.”
I know I’m God’s favorite, but so are you.
I always kid my father-in-law that I’m his favorite son-in-law. He doesn’t have to admit it because I do it for him!
I’m obviously kidding, but I think we are God’s favorite.
You don’t have to earn his love. He freely gives it to you, so stop trying.
There’s nothing you can ever do to make him love you any more than he does right now. We know this to be true because the Bible reminds us, “For God so loves __________ (insert your name) that he gave his one and only son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.”
We personalize the scriptures when we insert our names into them.
Can I pray for you?
“Heavenly Father, thanks for loving me. Thanks for doing for me what I couldn’t do for myself. I know I’m your favorite. Thanks for reminding me of your love today. Help me to walk in it and to live it. In your name I pray. Amen.”