My son was throwing a fit. He wanted something he couldn’t have, and he was determined to let the world know how angry he was about not getting it. I picked him up. His little legs kicked as he struggled to get down. He was defying me, being as disobedient as a 1 1/2 year old can be. Rebelling in every way he knew how and screaming in my ear.
But as I held him in my arms, my thoughts were of how much I loved him. I loved the feeling of his little body close to mine. I kissed his cheek and savored the softness of his baby skin. He wanted nothing to do with me in that moment, but I wanted everything to do with him. And it occurred to me…
This is how God feels about me.
Isn’t that wonderful? Thanks for the reminder.
So true. I think of that often.
WOW!