I just got back from a couple days in Midland, TX: home of Friday Night Lights, the Heroes' Cheerleader, the Bush family, Tommy Lee Jones and Spud Webb. I hadn't seen my little boy (16 months old) in 6 days because he was spending some time with my parents before I left. The older he gets (and the more personality he develops) the harder it is to leave home. I got back last night right before he went to bed, and this morning we're both sitting down in the living room, I'm doing some light reading with my coffee and he's sitting in a chair across the room with about 15 books around him, reading like Daddy.
One time I looked up and he was just staring at me with a slight, curious grin on his face as if to say, "Hey, you're my Daddy." It melted my heart that he was watching me and I told him, "Hey buddy, you know Daddy loves you, right? You know that I missed you SO much? But did you know that you were right here the whole time?" I pointed to my chest, "You're in my heart!"
Then I realized a little more clearly what it means when we say "Jesus is in my heart." It means we take Him with us no matter where we go. It means we love Him and think about Him a lot! It also made me think that I never had to ASK Daniel to come into my heart, so that he could say, "okay Dad, since you asked..." He's in my heart, simply because I love him, more than a blog could describe, and I 'take him with me' wherever I go.