Our son was calming his fussy two-month-old daughter. As soon as he started singing “Jesus Loves Me,” she stopped crying and fixed her full attention on his face.
Then her daddy proceeded to tell her some important things:
Daddy: Hi Cadence. I love you!
Daddy: You’re my little girl. Yes you are. My precious little daughter.
Daddy: I’m your Daddy.
Baby: (cries more)
Daddy: (Cuddles her.) “You gotta calm down.” (Sings in her ear.)
C: He…he…he. (Lays her head on his shoulder.)
Okay now, replay the same scenario but with different actors! Now I am the baby and God is my Daddy.
He tells me I am His precious, beloved daughter. He sings to me, holds me in his arms, close to his heart, whispers in my ear, soothes my troubled soul.
And I? I don’t comprehend all His words but I do understand that I am loved and that He is strong and everything’s going to be okay.