As I thought about the verse quietly to myself, my 4-year-old daughter squirmed beside me. She was watching cartoons while I sipped coffee and prayed, and less than a few minutes had gone by since I had asked God to speak to my heart.
Suddenly, and out of nowhere, my 4-year-old spoke, “God is really real.”
In her tiny, musical voice it came out soundly like this. God is wewwy weaw.
I looked to her with a raised eyebrow, this child who had been engrossed in television.
“He is,” I agreed. “But how do you know?”
Then she laughed a tiny, musical laugh. “I just know.”
And that was that. Those last 3 simple words rocked me. She went back to watching cartoons, and I went back to praying. Or rather I went back to thanking. Thanking a faithful God who spoke to my heart through my child. He didn’t owe me any kind of proof. He just did it because He loved me. And the fact was He loved me even when I doubted Him. He loved me when I messed up and sinned the same sin a hundredth time after telling Him I was gonna do better. He loved me back when He knew I was gonna do that thing that makes me blush in shame even recalling it for a split-second, and He loves me knowing the mess I’ll probably make of things in the years to come. He loves me, and because of that He sacrificed Himself for me. It wasn’t because I was especially good, or even because I would never ask to see the nail scars in His hands. He just loves me despite all that.
I reckon I believe because of His love. I told my daughter tonight I loved her more than infinity, and she said, “That’s not possible. Nothing is more than infinity.”
But love.
I told her that God made love and He modeled it after His character. God is love, and this powerful loveline He extends to us has no end. In fact, it’s without limits, and because it’s so beyond anything we know we feel it deep inside our spirit. It just feels right. It completes us. That darn hole inside us that craves something special? It’s His infinite love that not only fills that void, but consumes us. That all-consuming love language tells me He is real. So when doubt tries to come, my spirit laughs in a tiny, musical voice, and it says, “I just know.”
I just know. And after His truth came out of my 4-year-old’s mouth, I don’t think I’ll ever doubt again.