Early this morning, I had one of the most beautiful
experiences of my life. I had gotten up early because my husband and I wanted
to go and vote together before work. As I finished drying my hair, I heard a
funny little noise coming from our bedroom. I knew my husband was still
sleeping, so I wasn’t sure what it could be. I opened the bathroom door to hear
a froggy, sleepy little voice coming from the baby monitor. Our precious little
one was singing…
Jesus loves
me, this I know
For the
Bible tells me so
Little ones
to Him belong
They are weak but He is strong!
Yes, Jesus
loves me!
Yes, Jesus
loves me.
Yes, Jesus
loves me!
The Bible tells me so.
Jesus loves me, this I know,
As He loved
so long ago.
Taking
children on His knee,
Saying, “Let them come to Me.”
Yes, Jesus
loves me!
Yes, Jesus
loves me.
Yes, Jesus
loves me!
The Bible tells me so.
Yes, she even included the second verse! As I reflected on
that song today, I remembered a night about 20 years ago. I had been having one of those mom days when I was feeling so unworthy, so
unlovable. As I rocked my baby, I began singing Jesus Loves Me to her. All I was
trying to do was get her to go to sleep so I could have some peace and quiet of
my own, but before I realized it, I had tears rolling down my face. I was so blown
away by the love of Jesus. I had done nothing to earn or deserve it. In fact, I
was probably trying to push Him away. But He wouldn’t hear of it. He loved me,
and let me know it in no uncertain terms that night.
I haven’t been able to stop smiling all day as I recall that
little croaking voice declaring the love of Jesus this morning before she uttered
a single word to anyone else. How privileged are we!
