Yet we loved them anyway.
We swaddled them in their soft blankets, pulled them as close as we could and buried our noses in the softness of their sweet necks. We stared at them. We counted their fingers and toes. We traced the outline of their ears and lips.
Because they are ours.
Even though they didn’t love us back yet, even though they didn’t respond to us we loved (and do love them) anyway.
We love them because they are ours.
Over the past eight months they have grown. In every way. They interact, respond, and react to us now. They have developed these unique personalities—serious, contemplative, cuddly and charming, curious and busy. They are so much more than those few word descriptions; they are becoming little people.
But you see I loved them before this. Because they are mine. My grandsons are my daughters’ children. Just as I loved my daughters I love these boys. I loved them before they ever loved me. I delighted in their development. I was thrilled each time they learned something new regardless of how trivial or small it seemed. I clapped and shouted often.
Just today I said it to both of my grandsons, Yay! Elijah. Yay! Judah. And my smile almost split my face.
If I can love like this…
If I, who in comparison could be called evil, if I can love like this, then what must God’s love really be like? If I, not knowing how to love perfectly, can love like this—then please tell me what the perfect love of God is like?
He loves us because we are his.
We came just like baby Elijah and Judah—with almost less than the basics. We came to him doing nothing more than eating, sleeping, and crying.
And he loved us. Just us. Our frail, fragile little selves.
And then we began to grow. We grew incrementally. We developed and reached new stages. We acquired new skills.
And the Father watched.
He delighted in our development. He was thrilled when we learned something new—regardless of how trivial or small. He shouted and clapped when we were obedient.
But he loves us because we are his.
It is my prayer that my daughters and my grandsons understand that my love for them is not based on what they do, but who they are. Not based on what they accomplish, but because of who they are. I love my children because they are mine.
And if I, who am frail and sinful, can love like this…
Then please consider what kind of love our Father has for us.
Because They're Ours!
|katherine and Elijah|
|David, Katheine and Elijah|
|Tamera (Mama) and Anna|
|Noni and Elijah|
|Noni, Judah and Elijah|
|David, Abby and Tamera|
|Noni and Judah|
|Aunt Liv (Olivia) and Elijah|
|Hannah and Tatem|
|Hannh and Trevor|
|Elizabeth, Stephanie and Gabrielle|
|Elizabeth and Keegan|
|Abby and Olivia|
|Anna and Judah|
|Stephanie and Tristan|
|Tamera and Steve|