“Do you still love me?”

“Do you still love me Mama?,” my toddler asks for the 5th time today. It’s a stage she’s in right now; repeatedly asking me the same ritualistic question. Perhaps she’s wondering if my answer will remain the same.

“Yes Ellie girl. You know I will always love you. No matter what. There is nothing you could ever do that could stop me from loving you.”

“What if I don’t love you Mama? Will you still love me if I don’t love you?” (Yes, my 3 year old did actually ask me this question. She’s a bit on the genius side.)

“Well Ellie, that would make me very sad if you didn’t love me. But I would still love you even if you didn’t love me.”

Goodness. My child asks the same questions  I ask God about a million times a day. “Do you still love me? How about now when I just yelled at my kids? How about now when I burned the dinner? How about now when I discouraged instead of encouraged my husband? How about now when I gossiped about my friend? How about now when I have ugly unforgiveness lurking in my heart? How about just now when I rebelled and yelled at you and rejected your plan for my life?”

And of course the answer to this question is also the same. He speaks to me in that still small voice that I can’t always hear, but is always there.

“Yes Grace, I will always love you. No matter what. There is nothing you could ever do that could stop me from loving you.”

His answer and mine; they are the answers that change everything. The answers that bring joy and freedom. And so I will always answer this question. And by God’s power and grace the answer will remain the same, and never cease to remind me of God’s answer to my own irritatingly repetitive questions.

One thought on ““Do you still love me?”

  1. Christy Secor

    I was having the very same conversation with God just yesterday. So often my feelings about myself totally obscure the truth of His feelings for me. I long for His love, and continually find I equate it to what I do. My strength…my doing. I put a weight on myself I could never lift. And I don’t have to … because He already did the work. He loves me not because of the power or greatness of my own actions or deeds (and thank goodness for this truth). He loves me simply because this is who He is. I need to rest more in this truth.

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