He loves me...He loves me not...
He loves me…He loves me not… Do you remember how as a child we would pull the leaves off of a daisy one at a time saying those phrases in hopes of finding out that we were loved by the object of our affection? Of course there was no scientific proof or any emotional truth to the game, but it did provide us with an element of hope that if there were just the right number of petals on the flower we could be worthy of love. Isn’t it comforting to know that God’s love for us is not fickle or by chance? God’s love for us is unconditional, just because that is who He is. This was demonstrated to me a couple of weeks ago when my grandson Will and I went to see a kid’s movie called Open Season and afterwards, I was the target. He was hitting me and poking me and using me as a punching bag. (By the way he does not do it necessarily to hurt me, but it is one of the ways that he shows love, however, he needs to learn more gentle ways.) But the real kicker happened when I leaned over to pick up...