It's amazingly easy to love your children when they are at their sweetest. When she asks sweetly "Mommy, please come play doll house with me." Or when she chooses to come sit by me on the couch and tenderly rests her hand on my shoulder. Or when she sings Jesus Loves Me while scooting around the chairs in Starbucks. Oh yes... those moments are easy as pie to love your child(ren) to the nth degree.
And even when they do things not so cute or not so sweet.... or when they push your buttons... or when you've lost patience because they just. won't. listen.... or when they throw a mega sized tantrum over sitting in their carseat... the love remains.
I feel like I cannot possibly love them any more; like my heart feels it will explode from this intense feeling. But somehow... my heart continues to grow, allowing even more love, a stronger love to fill the new space in my bigger heart. It brings me to tears. My brain doesn't comprehend the love I have for my children. But I feel it.
Fiercely. Passionately. Sweetly. Strongly.
And it brings me back to God and how much MORE He loves me. My kids. You. Every single human being that has ever and will ever be created. Wow. Now that, my little brain REally cannot comprehend.
I'm just like my kids when it comes to how I act towards my Heavenly Father.
I throw tantrums. I disobey. I'm selfish. Yet even in my flaws... He still loves me.
Fiercely. Passionately. Sweetly. Strongly.
And even more so than I do my children. Because He's God and everything He does, He does mightily.
It's pretty swell of Him to give us the gift of parenthood so that we may have a glimpse of His mighty love for us, His creation, His children. It's a beautiful way to know our Heavenly Father in an intimate way, like a mother and father love their offspring, so does God love you and me and everyone in between and with a love so infinitely... which I cannot comprehend. But I believe it.
And I feel it.
