When you grow up in the church, you know at a young age that you’re a child of God just as easily as you know your full name and can recite your home phone number. But it wasn’t until I started having kids and becoming a parent myself that the relationship between God the Father and me as His daughter took on technicolor meaning. And now, this correlation is all I see in my everyday, parenting moments.
For instance, no matter how long I’ve been potty-training my three-year-old, he still has accidents. And in those moments when I’m looking at his sorry face and rummaging through the drawers looking for clean underwear (again), I think of how God shows us the right way to live in His Word, but time and time again, we have accidents. And yet, every time, how patient He is with us.
Or when Oscar says thank you when I give him a snack, I light up, and as a mom trying to teach my kids to mind their p’s and q’s, I’m so proud when he says that on his own. Which leads me to wonder how much more does our Heavenly Father’s heart soar when we acknowledge the gifts He’s given us and actually take the time to thank Him.
And then, on the flip side, when Oscar hits his younger sister or when Mabel bites him back out of anger, I get so mad. Not only do they know better, but I’ve told them time and time again that this kind of behavior is not okay. If anyone should be for each other, as brothers and sisters, it should be those two. It opens my eyes to how terribly sad God must feel when He sees His children tearing down a co-worker or biting back at our spouse. If anyone should have each other’s back in this world, as brothers and sisters in Christ, it should be His people.
Sprinkled in each and every one of these parenting moments, I’m seeing and learning more intensely the Father’s heart for us. Even further, I’m more amazed than ever at the Gospel. That He would willingly give up His one and only Son for us, so that we might believe and might be saved. Not everyone will take His free gift or acknowledge this unlikely and astonishing sacrifice (and He was well-aware of this), but our Father still sent Jesus to this turbulent, violent world to face a painful death in our place anyways—so that some might come back and some might be freed. When I look at my only son and think on that kind of sacrifice, I am speechless and left in awe. Because that is downright crazy love.
“If God is for us, who can be against us?
Since He did not spare even His own Son but gave Him up for us all, won’t He also give us everything else?
Nothing will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Romans 8:31-32, 39