Our 1st baby, and oldest daughter drove south yesterday to join us on vacation. The rest of the family was already gathered, yet it wasn’t complete until she walked through the door. Seeing her smile and knowing she was safe, I finally relaxed. It’s a joy to have everyone together. No matter how old they get, I love them each like crazy!
My husband and I could never have guessed that having children would bring us such joy, and such intimate knowledge of God. Raising our kids has offered an unimaginable perspective of His heart. An ever-growing, incredibly surprising, parallel.
We have seen through our children, our own need for His guidance, and yet at times, a foolish resistance to His wiser plan. We understand on a new level, His intricate knowledge of our real self, along side His insatiable desire to be connected with us on a deeper and deeper level.
The expanding love for our own children has only magnified the knowledge of God’s immeasurable love toward us. I have only begun to realize – I am My Father’s baby – just like each of my kids are my babies. His heart hurts, and stings, and hopes, and rejoices over me, just as I do over them. Mercy.
O Lord, I see a little bit of why You love us so. We are Your children, but You are far beyond a Daddy. You are our Creator, our Savior, our God. And so I will forever be… Your baby.