Oh How He Loves Us.

I sit in the shed that is their classroom, and the dirt floors make it even more comfortable. I am only just an arms length away from my boy, and I suddenly wish to scoop him up in my arms and tell him that he so outrageously loved. I see the other kids stare relentlessly, wondering why he looks so much different than them. I just want to grab their little black faces and say,

“because this child is JOY. This child is REDEMPTION. This child is Jesus…”

…that is why he is different. A dear friend of mine encouraged me this week to go even lower than the least of these to find Jesus. That when you think you’ve reached the most brokenness that He will show you that you must stoop lower; touch the bottom of the whole entire world. And that is where I’ve found Jesus, because that is where I found Walter.

He is the surest definition of strength and I want more than anything for him to know that. For him to know how tightly he is being held by the only one who will ever love him enough.

I feel abundant joy when he only just jumps in my arms. I feel like I’m sinking in grace when he buries his face in my shoulder. I see the love of Jesus when I’m blessed with a glimpse of his most endearing smile and I think,

“My God…THIS is what love looks like.”

And then I think of the cross-as I always seem to do in times of brokenness-and I remember just how much He loves us. Dear Jesus, I have seen how much He loves us through this beautiful boy. Oh how He loves us.