Understandably, I have been thinking a lot about babies these past few weeks.
Mostly I think about soft skin and dimpled elbows, downy head nuzzled into my neck, sweet little newborn grunts.
Sometimes I think about nursing frustrations, sleepless nights, and loud cries. But then I remember the delight found in simply being still and watching a baby.
One thing about God that I always had trouble understanding was how God could love
someone like me.
Someone who can give nothing in return
for His love, someone who needs everything from Him, someone who
takes and takes and often sends hateful, ungrateful thoughts towards Him in
return for His love.
How could God still love with such a tender
love? How could He love me enough to sing over me?
I never understood.
Until I had a baby of my own.
Suddenly, I found myself gazing into
her eyes, my heart full of a tender love that almost frightened me in
its intensity.
She could give nothing to me. Yet I
loved her.
She needed me to do everything for her.
Yet I loved her.
She took all that I had and gave me
tears and sleepless nights in return. Yet I loved her.
I held her in my arms, loving her with
a tenderness that only a parent can feel.
Right then I finally understood.
God loves us as a mother loves her
baby. He has given everything to us when we can give nothing in
return.
He loves us with such unconditional tenderness that
we can know beyond doubt that no matter what, He will always love us.
art credit: Christ and Samaritan Woman by Siemiradzki
