I pondered my love for my son.
I thought about how just looking at him makes my heart swell with love. How he can be in his own little world, not even knowing I’m watching him, and my heart skips a beat. He can bring a smile to my face when he isn’t even trying.
I thought about how I want to protect him. To care for him. How I want him to come to me when he is hurting or sad or scared.
I thought about how I take care of him. I feed him, I play with him, I comfort him.
I thought about how much I just delight in him.
And then I thought…..is this Your love, God? Is this how You love Your children?
This post is amazing. So powerful. So true.
As I wrestled these questions, I began to ask God the thing I really wanted to know for so long: “Why do You love me?”
Imagine your child asking you this. It would be a baffling, heart-paining question to any mother or father. “What, do you mean, ‘Why do I love you?’” But your child’s face is earnest; they really don’t know what you thought was obvious all along.
“God, why do you love me?”
And at last, He answered,
“Because you’re Mine.”
And suddenly all the doubts and fears and striving for perfection are all—gone. I am His. And for the first time, I know it. He has pledged Himself to me. He has made a way through His Son Jesus to atone me. To cleanse me with His blood. To make a way. Not because of what I have done, but because of what He has done. He has made me His own. And no one can pry me out of His hands. Ever. When He sees me in the End, seeing Him, He will look at me and shout, “Mine!”
“She is Mine.”
She points out Isaiah 49:15, “Can a woman forget her nursing child, that she should have no compassion on the son of her womb? Even these may forget, but I will not forget you.”
The thought of forgetting my child is….impossible. For one….his cries would quickly remind me. But on top of that….he is the son of my womb. He is my baby. My child. My sweet precious son. There is no way in the world that I could ever forget him.
I belong to God. I am His. As inconceivable as it is for me to forget my son….it is even more so for God to forget me.