Every night before bed, my youngest kids ask me to sing “The Nature Song,” by which they mean “My Heavenly Father Loves Me.” I sing it mindlessly, tired after a long day of juggling all the things and with my attention already turned to what needs to be done by the next morning. My kids find comfort in being reminded of something I usually take for granted: that the world we live in is the literal manifestation of love. That beauty is the literal manifestation of love. Whenever I hear the song of a bird Or look at the blue, blue sky, Whenever I feel the rain on my face…