I've had a particularly rough evening, and I'm the type who, when I'm down, really need some affirmation from those around me-I need to know that they really love me.
So, a few moments ago, Gentry decided it was time for him to go to bed (Lex went to sleep awhile ago, while I was on the telephone). He asked for me to come tuck him in.
I went in the room, tucked him in, hugged him and prayed for him-told God how thankful I was for him and his sister.
He hugged me back-mightily. And said, "Dad, I love you."
"I love you too Bubs; more than you can imagine," I said.
He said, "I love you more than this many," and held up all ten fingers. "I love you as many as if I had a finger here, and here, and here, and here, and everywhere!" as he ticked off the spaces in between his fingers. "I love you more than if I had fingers from the floor to the roof!"
And I remembered that I really do have all I need.
And you know what? I sit here, looking at my open hands, and know that I love them all (Shawna, Lex and Gentry) "more than this many." In fact, if I had fingers enough to fill the room, floor to ceiling, it still wouldn't be enough.