(NOTE: I wrote this pretty early in the morning and have not edited it for grammar and spelling issues 🙂 these are my raw thoughts today)
Sometime ago, I came to the realization of how there are times in my life when I don’t appreciate how much my Heavenly Father loves me. Don’t get me wrong, I know God loves me. I know how Scriptures captures the love of God for us. I get that. But sometimes I catch myself not basking in His love for me.
I don’t want to ever allow that to happen again. The past few weeks, I have been drawing parallels between my love for my three daughters and God’s love for me. Here are a few of them.
I take joy in watching how Kalena is maturing into a young lady. She is compassionate. Her hear t hurts when she sees people hurting. She wants to help the broken. She loves learning. She works hard at studying. Reading hasn’t come easy for her this year, but she has diligently worked and is doing so much better. She loves learning about the Bible. I take joy in the fact that she asks me dozens of questions about the Bible and the God. I want her to always be free to ask me questions about God, the Bible, anything.
I love hearing Natalie sing. She breaks out into singing at any given moment A few days ago, I took her to the bookstore with me and after we dropped Kalena off to school, I heard her little voice in the backseat singing “may all who come behind me, find me faithful.” I know that she doesn’t know what half of those words mean, but tears streamed down my face as I listened to her belt out the words.
It is amazing to me to watch Kyleigh be so enamored with everything. She loves to explore, loves thunderstorms and loves making messes and faces. Everything is new to hear and she just lives life to the fullest.
My three girls are not perfect. Arlene and I grow weary sometimes having to correct them and tell them to stop picking on each other, or stop being so loud. It isn’t always easy, but it is worth it.
I want them to know how much I love them. I tell them that multiple times on a daily basis. I would do anything I could to protect them. I think about their futures all of the time. I pray for their salvation. I desire them to love and follow God more than anything else in the world.
Upon reflecting on these thoughts and many others, I realized afresh just how much God loves me. Scripture tells me that He formed me, and loves me. So often I take that for granted!
He loves me.
He isn’t a cold, harsh, distant god waiting for me to do something wrong. He is a God of justice and demands obedience. I know that. But too often in remembering those aspects of God, I don’t bask in His love for me.
I want my girls to always know that I love them. I want them to bask in my love for them.
God guides and directs and leads. I need to obey. I need to follow. I need to bask in the love of God.
One of my favorite songs sums this up pretty succinctly.
“How Deep The Father’s Love For Us”
How deep the Father’s love for us,
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure
How great the pain of searing loss,
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the chosen One,
Bring many sons to glory
Behold the Man upon a cross,
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice,
Call out among the scoffers
It was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished
I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection
Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom