Monday, October 17, 2011

A Father's Love...

Do you ever feel that your thoughts are just better written out? Probably. I'm guessing a lot of us 'bloggers' feel that way. No worries. Not a mommy post. But, sort of in relation to. I can't help it. I live and breath it daily, it happens. :)

There have been many times where I have felt the love of God. Through blessings, healings, worship, friendship, during quiet times etc. I know that we have a God who loves us more than we can ever fathom. But, sometimes our feeble minds can't truly comprehend just how much. I am not sure we ever will. No matter what we do, where we have been, the choices we have made-there is a God who will love us no matter what, under no condition.

I have heard in the past that sometimes we don't fully understand the love of God until we have children of our own. Not to say that if you don't have any yet, you can't understand. Just that a child can help put things in different perspective in such a way that you have experienced a love you didn't know you could carry. I have found this in my own life.

This morning, at an insane hour my husband was off to work early to meet his boss. When I say early I mean like no sun shining...barely any cars on the road early. :) Me thinking I have an entire bed to myself to stretch back into dream land, I am awakenend by a cute but very talkative little boy jibbering over a monitor. I wait. Hopefully thinking he will drift back off. No such luck. So, in my hopes to keep the slumbering at bay, I quickly walk into his room and give him his pacifier. Only to find the poor boy soaked. Yep. Through his PJs and sheets. Darn you huggies. I trusted you!

Fastforward. I put Westin in our bed, hoping we both would just fall back asleep. Nope. So, I started my day. As my dad used to say Geese to Geese. Not sure if that's a French saying or not. But, it just means..shucks, darn..."are you kidding me!!!" I'm sure you get it. ;)

So I went ahead and fed him. All the while, the whole time he is eating sweet boy just keeps touching my face with his sweet chubby little hands. *insert pure mommy happiness overload!*  Gets me every time. I'm easy what can I say.

Thoughts of just pure joy and grattitude enter my heart as I hold my baby. I love this kid with a love I didn't know I could carry. Now, I love my husband too. He taught me a lot about unselfish love. But, O to the M to the G. I love this kid with every ounce of my being. Being covered in his vomit or *ahem* poo- phases me none. Now, when he is older that will probably change, ha! But for now it's baby vomit and his cuteness overrides any grossness.

Back to my point. As much as I love this boy, nothing he can do will ever change that. Sure, when he gets older he may test every boundary he's given. I will always love him. Always. Even if he looks me straight in the face and is flat out disrespectful. I will still love him.

I got to thinking...God loves me more than I love my son. Ya'll that is a lot. God loves us more than we do our own children. To me, it is completely mind blowing. No matter what I do. He loves me. He hold us in His arms while he burps..uh I mean pats our backs ;) and whispers in our ears, "I love you, I love you, I love you." Even if we can't comprehend like my son can't when I do. He still says it over and over. One day we will learn to listen and hear it. It is a sweet thing to know that you are loved by someone.

 He wipes us clean from time to time. He feeds us. He embraces us. He loves us more and more each day. The sight of our faces brings a smile to His face. Just like we love our children, He actually loves us more.

So today? Know that you have a Father who loves you. A Father who loves to see you grow. A Father that wants you to run to him when you fall and scrape your knee. Just so He can scoop you up and whisper I love you, I love you, I love you.

1 comment:

Kastaway said...


You have such a sweet way with words. I'm thankful to call you my friend.
Ah-mazing post, loved it!