How Much Are You Loved?

by Louise Tucker Jones

I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with loving-kindness. Jeremiah 31: 3 NIV

I was talking with my oldest son on the phone, hearing the latest tales of my strong-willed 18-month-old granddaughter, Alexandria. Every day, Aaron had a new story to relate. He and his wife Amy had waited 11 years for this child, and they were enjoying her to the max.

Before we got off the phone, Aaron mentioned he was going out of town. As always, I promised to pray for his safety.

When I hung up the phone, I dropped to my knees beside my bed and prayed God’s protection over my son while he traveled. As I prayed, I was suddenly overwhelmed with love for my firstborn. I asked God, “Lord, does Aaron know how much he is loved?” Surely he did, especially now that he was a daddy. He adored his brown-eyed, curly-headed little girl.

But I wondered. Did he really know? As an adult, did he have a clue how much I loved the sound of his voice and how I still carried his heart in mine every day?

Then suddenly, I felt God whisper to my own heart, “Louise, do you know how much you are loved?” I was so overwhelmed by the question that it took my breath away. I felt the Lord repeat it. “Do you know how much you are loved?”

Sadly, I whispered through tears, “No, I don’t think so.” Too often I failed to take precious time with the Lord. I was a busy wife and mom. I was writing and speaking, doing good things for the Lord. And yes, I knew Jesus loved me and died on the cross for my sins. I was definitely a believer, but those whispered words pierced my heart. “Do you know how much you are loved?”

I thought about how many times I went to God with my hurts, troubles, and innumerable requests. Times when I begged God to give me wisdom and discernment in the midst of a spiritual battle. I prayed daily for family and friends who needed healing, but how many times had I gone to the Lord, just to tell Him I loved him? And when was the last time I sat at His feet and let him pour His love into my spirit, just soaking in His goodness?

As parents, we can’t even put into words how much we love our children, yet we often forget that God is our model. He’s the one who taught us how to love. How to give mercy and grace. His love stirs our hearts with emotion. The love of Jesus saves our souls and the love of the Father says, “I have loved you with an everlasting love.”

It has been several years since this incident happened with my son. My granddaughter is now a teenager. And yes, I’m certain my children know how much I love them. But most of all, I want them to know how much they are loved by their Heavenly Father.

This article is brought to you by the Advanced Writers and Speakers Association (AWSA).

About the author: Louise Tucker Jones will touch your heart or tickle your funny bone with her poignant life stories which have been published in hundreds of magazines and anthologies, including over a dozen Chicken Soup for the Soul titles. Having a son with Down syndrome, Louise writes extensively concerning people with special needs, co-authoring the Gold Medallion award-winning book, Extraordinary Kids. Married to Carl for 45 years before he relocated to heaven, Louise is a mother, grandmother, professed chocoholic, and founder of the support group, Wives with Heavenly Husbands. www.LouiseTuckerJones.com; LouiseTJ@cox.net

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4 thoughts on “How Much Are You Loved?

  1. This touched my heart. That God loves the sound of our voice when we talk with Him. Just about our day and how much we love Him. Thanks, Louise.

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  2. Thank you Louise for this reminder today. Reading this brought tears to my eyes, as I to love my only daughter more than words can express. Yet, I struggle with remembering that God loves me more abundantly and perfectly, than the strong inexpressible love I have for my own child. We are all His children, and He loves each and everyone one of us as if we were his only child.

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  3. Thank you so much. Like you, I struggle with remembering I am loved even more than I love my own children which seems absolutely impossible.

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