Mother’s love as Father’s love

“Mamma,” my then-seven-year-old daughter said to me, “I need more loves from you.”

“Sweetie, you keep saying this at the end of the day. It’s time for sleeping now; we need our rest. I keep trying to give you more loves during the day, but you just shake me off and keep playing. Now, it’s late; it’s bedtime.”

“I know,” she sighed.

“I’m always happy to hold you and cuddle you, give you lots of kisses. Really, my love is always there for you, and I do try to give it; you just have to take the time to accept it. It’s like Heavenly Father’s love that way.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. He’s always there, always loving us; we just have to take a moment to stop and feel it. Just like right now, you’re holding still and I’m holding you, and you can feel my love, right? All cozy in your heart?”

“Uh-huh.”

“It really is the same with His love; all we need to do is hold still and feel it.”

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