Little Guy finished his breakfast, slipped down from his chair, and climbed into my lap. He snuggled his head back into the crook of my arm, and looked up at me with half a smile across his face.
do you love me more than God?
My insides tightened at his question. Me, knowing the answer. Knowing what is right, what I am commanded. Knowing what I strive to do.
Me, knowing how fiercely I love my children. Knowing how tempting it can be to love them first. They who are in flesh, of me and beside me.
Him, waiting expectantly.
I breathed deeply and smiled into his eyes, wishing he could fathom the extent of my love for him.
And I told him,No, baby. I love God the most. More than anybody or anything. We must love Him first. Always.
Oh. I love God first too.