Let him adore you and love you where you’re at. Climb up on his lap and let him hold you. Lord, give your son desperate hunger and desire for your life over everything else. Give him a desperate longing to just be in communion with you and to praise your name and pour it all out at your feet Jesus. Hold him and overwhelm him so much that he weeps hot healing tears.. the kind of healing only you can bring. Love every kid, every doubt, every discontentment, every ounce of disappointment, need to understand, and more out of him and fill him to overflowing with your abundant joy, love and thankfulness just to be in your presence and worship you. Give him a revelation of who it is that he is speaking to every day – not just another person, but Almighty God, the Creator of the Heavens and the earth, the Author of Love, the One who breathed him from dust. Lord may he know from the depths of his soul that he was made in YOUR image – that he looks like his daddy and that you are proud of him. That he doesn’t have to earn your love one bit – that you, Lord are completely, helplessly, head over heels, radically, recklessly, obsessively in love with your little anointed one
