I wish that my children really knew how much I love them. I told them when I was carrying them, and to this day, I tell them at every opportunity, and I am constantly searching for words to express how my heart beats for each of them. You see, I had never been told in my entire life that my Mother or Daddy loved me. It was only after I grew up, married and had my first child that I truly understood what love was. I was told that Jesus loved me so much, He died for me, yet I didn't understand it. How could anyone, I ask myself, love me so much that He would give His life for me...that He would hang on that cross and have to lift Himself up on that cross just so He could breathe. If my parents never even held me on their lap, reached for my hand while walking, and kissed me goodnight and good morning, how could I understand how someone could love me so much that He would die for me? Now I better understand that I wasn't planned by my parents, but God planned for me to be here and to have the parents I had. He let me grow up, get married and have children of my own. After they were born I had a better idea of what love was and in time, while studying the Bible, I began to understand that in the Old Testament, people of that day had to give sacrifices once a year for their sins, and just as it was prophesied in the Old Testament, Jesus Christ had to be born to the Virgin Mary, and to be our Redeemer. He lived until He was 33 years old, and then was crucified, died and was buried. He rose again in three (3) days, and then ascended into Heaven where He sits at the right hand of God, from which He shall come to judge the living and the dead. I am glad He loved me enough, so if, like me you had never felt, nor were you told you were loved, just know that Jesus loved you enough to die for you and me.