A few weeks ago, my five year old granddaughter said to me, "Laney, I think Max loves Pappy more than he loves you". Of course, her observation is correct. Max definitely prefers the company of his Pappy. In fact, at that moment Max was frantically looking for his toy screwdriver to "help" Pappy fix his Daddy's car.
Madi and I were sitting at her little table in the playroom coloring Shrinky-Dinks. (Oh what we Laneys won't do for our grandchildren.) But my sweet granddaughter looked at me and said, "But that's okay, Laney, because I love you more." Oh my goodness, my heart just melted. Don't we all want to think that we are loved "more".
Romans 5:5-8 says, "and hope does not put us to shame, because God's love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us. For while we were still weak, at the right time Christ died for the ungodly. For one will scarcely die for a righteous person—though perhaps for a good person one would dare even to die— but God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us."
My dear friend, not only are you loved more; you are loved MOST!
Copyright 2011 Charlotte Laney
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