Mom Heart Moments #8

How great a love the Father has bestowed on us, that we would be called children of God; and such we are.

ONE EVENING I FOUND MYSELF knocking at my daughter Joy’s door. She was singing loudly, and I joined in as I stepped into her bright, happy room. We sang at the top of our voices until we started giggling too hard to continue. I kissed her good night and tapped next at the door of my other daughter, Sarah, opening it to find her, as always, a veritable princess reclining in bed, shaking her head at Joy and me and our loudness. Suddenly, my heart was filled with thanksgiving. As I was delighting in my own sweet children, feeling I could be myself, resting and rejoicing in our mutual, close relationship, with the strings of their hearts tightly tied to mine, I was at rest.

You see, I prefer Joy and Sarah, my own children. I have given them my time, my body, and my sleepless nights; cooked thousands of meals; sought to make celebrations special in buying them gifts; crafted a life, putting them to bed with a blessing on countless nights; and forgiven them for their attitudes and messes. I still prefer my children over all the other people in the world —because they are mine —my very own beloved children.

And so God has bestowed such a great and endless and personal love upon me —I am preferred and forgiven and cherished and served and thought about by Him, because I am His very own child. I can, in my own limited, sinful way, enjoy and celebrate my children’s lives and moments and be intimate friends sharing hearts, laughter, weariness, and needs. God, as my Father, has bestowed His perfect love on me, even knowing me to my depths, and yet willing to keep giving, celebrating life, listening, helping, comforting —because I am His very special, chosen, related-to-Him child.

The Father has given His all for you! Imagine how much He loves and prefers you today!