The Weight of Love
I'm in Colorado Springs today, had to make a quick trip up for a meeting with people in the office and to sort out some administrative details. I think it's mostly sorted.
Everyone today has been hugging me and telling me how much I'm missed. And yes, it is nice to know that they think fondly of me and that they enjoy my presence. I'm also conscious of a certain weight that goes with carrying other people's love. None of us mean to do it to each other, but when we love someone, we do press them. Sometimes it's a lovely warm welcome blanket of happy loving pinkness. Sometimes it's a bit smothering.
I hadn't thought of how my children feel the weight of love before a serious conversation with Tucker yesterday afternoon. We attended church before we left to drive up to the Springs. And one of the comments that sank in to him was, "God must be our first priority. In order for God to be first, we can't let anything in this world or this life be more important than God."
SO Tucker came out with a solemn expression and asked, "Mom, if you love something more than God, will God be mad at you?"
"I'm not sure it's right to say that God would be angry about that. But I think that your life goes better if you try to keep your priorities in order. Love God and trust Him to handle the things you care about." See I was assuming that he was leading up to confessing that he loves his Game Boy more than God, or more probably his cat, Joe.
"Mom, Do you think that God is mad at you because you love me more than Him?"
Not what I expected. So I was quiet - kind of stunned actually.
"I know that you would do anything in the world for me. If someone was gonna hurt me, you would get between me and them. If I was sick and needed a heart, you'd give me yours. But I don't think you'd do that for God. So do you think God is mad at you? Is your life not the best because you love me more?"
Well, I did come up with an answer. I don't know that it was a good answer. I gave his concern the serious attention that it deserved and I think he's satisfied with that. But all I could think was how wonderful it must be to know to the depths of your soul that you are loved. It takes a certain weight to press love that deep.
I pray that the weight of his mother's love is never a burden and always a solid foundation.
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