I read a story about a friend and his 6 year old daughter. She burned her hand badly and was in a great deal of pain. Her father asked if she thought God could heal her hand and she said “Yes, He made me”. After they prayed she started to laugh and her hand began to tickle and she said, “He’s doing it”. God healed her hand and she was able to sleep and get up and play the next morning.
This reminded me of the Bible and how Jesus described the faith of a child, but is just also reminded me of being a daughter, His daughter. Being a parent changes your perspective on so many things. The Lord has taught a lot about my relationship with Him in just one short year of motherhood. I believe that the Father loves us in a supernatural way and because of that His love is incomparable to our human limits of love, but I feel that being a mother is as close as a person could be to giving that love. When I look at my precious son and my love spills over I know that our God, the Father, looks at me the same way. I imagine His overwhelming love for me and it changes who I am.
In the first year of my baby’s life I understood his needs. You understand and you surrender to them. They need to sleep, they need to eat, and they need to poop, and then they need to start that process over again and again several times a day. As a new mom, you are tired, and weary and worried about these needs. You want to provide comfort and peace in their hearts by supplying them with their very basic human necessities. Try to avoid one of these scheduled needs and you will feel and hear the repercussions of that decision, and it’s not because you have hurt their feelings it’s because something they need is not there.
Like newborn infants, long for the pure spiritual milk, that by it you may grow up to salvation– if indeed you have tasted that the Lord is good.(1 Peter 2:2-3 ESV)
Now that I have a 1 year old I can see his feelings begin to be hurt and he has a need for love, attention and affirmation, and I love that part of being his mom. To be able reassure him that he is loved and secure in this world. I have to think that God loves that part of being our father, but we have to accept it and let it fill us up and change who we are. As Abram is my son, and bears my name, I am His daughter and carry His name wherever I go as a security and responsibility.
Lord help me to accept your love and security. Help me to be a loving example and carry your name around as one who is not ashamed, but one who spills over with the love that you pour into my life. Help me to know your love for me, to experience it all around me. Help me to know how to love you in return. Thank you for adopting me in your family. Thank you for taking me just as I am and loving me through all of my weaknesses and shortcomings. Thank you for loving me and teaching me through my disobedience and my tantrums. You are a God of great love and patience.
