Somebody loves me

Family Life

Dawn Reed

By Dawn Reed

Guest Columnist

There’s a four-year old at church who is crazy about me. Her name is Breezy and it’s the perfect one for her. The word “breezy” means light-hearted and lively. That’s definitely her. She’s high-energy and full of enthusiasm, too. Here’s the thing: there’s no reason she should love me like she does. She just does.

Last Sunday when she came in the door for Sunday School, I saw her first thing. “Hi, Breezy!” I cheered. She raced over to give me a big hug. “I dreamed about you last night!” she blurted out. “You did?!” I asked all excited.

“Yes!” she answered.

I wanted to know if I was thin in the dream but didn’t want to mention it. “Did I have on a beautiful dress?” I asked instead. She’s never seen me in a dress so this was stretching it.

“Yes!” she exclaimed, so glad that I had guessed correctly. “It was a princess dress!”

“Oh, good! I love princess dresses!” I said.

I wondered if I had gray hair in her dream-picturing it with my princess dress. “Did I have beautiful hair?” I asked, drawing it out.

“Yes! It was really long. You were Rapunzel and I was Ariel!” she finished and smiled as big as her mouth would stretch. It had been a good dream. She went on down the hall to get her breakfast before class.

I have to tell you that Breezy was a bright spot for me all day. She was so excited to have a dream about me and remembered it in great detail.

As I took my seat later in the service, I wrote “Breezy” on my bulletin. I don’t know why she loves me so much. I was one of the first people she met when she started coming to church. That could be it. Actually, I think I might have been her first children’s church teacher. THAT might be the reason! I haven’t done anything to deserve this unabashed love of Breezy but she thinks I’m the best! I couldn’t help smiling as I looked at her name on my paper. When I raised my head I saw the large cross hanging over the baptistry. “Ohhh…” I whispered quietly to myself. Talking about love…it’s the greatest symbol of all.

We learned the song “Jesus Loves Me” as a child. It was a fun song that made us feel warm and fuzzy but then often as we grow up, we put a distance between God and us. Before we know it we feel in our hearts like the song changed to “Jesus Loved Me”-past tense. Our reasons start with…I’ve done too many things; I don’t deserve His love…He couldn’t love me still. Or we want to sing “Jesus Doesn’t Love Me”. He’s been busy loving everyone else but me…How could He let these things happen…? The song becomes just a poem or song for little kids. It no longer speaks to us.

Sometimes we think we are so smart. If only we could just think of God like Breezy! He wants to hug us-like Breezy. “He tends His flock like a shepherd, He gathers the lambs in His arms and carries them close to His heart”-Isaiah 41:10. He wants to lavish His love on us-like Breezy. “See what great love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are!”-1 John 3:1. (That doesn’t always mean CASH.) He has dreams about us…for us. Jeremiah 29:11 says “I know the plans I have for you…” I didn’t do anything to deserve His love, but He loves me, He loves me, He loves me. And He loves you, too! It’s best thing ever to know it!

Clear your throat and sing with me! “Yes Jesus loves me. Yes, Jesus loves me. Yes, Jesus loves me. The Bible tells me so!” (My second verse is about Breezy.)

Dawn Reed Reed
Family Life
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