The older I get, the more I realize how hopelessly flawed I am.
I see my ugly shortcomings. . .
my weak spots that shine through so painfully. . .
my self-focused pride that rears it's head.
I see my utter complete need for Jesus as I daily breathe in and out.
But an amazing thing happened when I becoming a parent. I suddenly had this little glimpse into the way God must look at me. For all of Emmett's mistakes and lessons he is trying learn, we have this incomprehensible love and acceptance for this little boy of ours. For all the moments he is melting down. . . for all the time he lashes out. . . for all the messes and the inconvenient tasks that he creates. . . we could never imagine our life without him in it.
I imagine that God feels these emotions in an infinitely greater way. We are his precious creations, the apple of his eye, the object of His Salvation. I can only imagine that as He watches us blunder our way through life, trying and failing, falling short and then getting back up again. . . His heart still fills with that perfect love that He has.
There is a verse in Psalms that says, As a father shows compassion to his children, so the Lord shows compassion to those who fear Him.
Isn't that a beautiful thing?! To be fully loved, fully cherished, fully known and accepted by such a Perfect One. I only hope my heart can fully grasp a love like this and reflect it back to these sweet ones in our home.
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Happy Sunday, my friends.