Lying in bed tonight, my son and I shared an exchange. Our voices were hushed and the light was dim. We had read a story, said our prayers, and done the bedtime spiel: quiet and still, close your eyes and try to sleep. Out of the blue, he asked, “Why do you love me?”
“Why?” I repeated. Truth be told, I was a little shocked that such a deep question would come from my toddler as he fought sleep for the four-thousand-eight-hundred-and-ninety-sixth time in his life.
“Yes, why?”
In the fading light, I could just make out the earnest look on his face as he waited for my reply.
I met his gaze and answered from the heart, “Because you are a gift from God; you are my son and I love you. I will always love you.”
It is a question we may well ask of God.
“Why do you love me?…
…After all that I have done wrong and continue to do wrong, my stubbornness, my disobedience, my faults and failings. You stay, You wait, You are always ready to meet me as I try again… Lord, why?”
The answer isn’t any more complicated than the one I gave my son.
Because He made us, precious gifts, each and every one fearfully and wonderfully made in His image and likeness. We are His children and He loves us. And He always will.
Mom Things Through Christ 