When I am with my children all I want to do is be with them. Next to them. Hugging them.
This morning, as every time we see each other, Gully was all there. Had to be next to me. Touching me. Ever close.
I now know what receiving that love feels like. To be that loved, that wanted, that you have to be that close.
And as much as that is, God loves each of us more.
1 comment:
Beautiful metaphor for the Risen Christ.
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