My niece and nephews are here staying with me again this week, and they are hysterical. Of course they have their little spats here and there, but overall, they are great. It makes me realize how hard being a parent would be. I'm constantly looking to see where they are and worrying if they are having a good time. I know it is different because I am just their aunt, but I still think that way.

It also makes me see why parents lie. They tell their kids things to make things go a little smoother. It's starts so innocently. Santa Clause, Tooth Fairy, you know, the normal. Then it turns into telling your 5 year old daughter that her dad burned her blanky, that she said she didn't need anymore because she was going into kindgergarten and was a "big girl" now, only to find out when she was an adult that her dad didn't burn it, but her mother had kept it all these years and lied about it.

As much as I love them, I can't imagine how much God loves us. It is hard to think sometimes, that God loves us above anything else, but He does. It's a hard concept to grasp when God isn't something tangible to touch and see. But the peace of God that you feel reminds us of His love for us.