Recently I have been thinking about love.
You've probably been told at some point in your life (or heard someone else be told this) that your life changes when you become a parent.
And it does.
But not always in ways that you expect.
One way that my life has changed is that I am beginning to understand the way that God loves me.
It is effortless to throw around adjectives describing His love, such as endless, never-changing, infinite, all encompassing, etc.
And quite another to believe those words.
I have recently been accepting the fact that I cannot earn God's love, and likewise I cannot lose it. He loves me because He made me, because I am His.
And I am recognizing that aspect of His love because of how I love Jill and Daniel. I love them, because I made them, because they are mine. There is honestly nothing they could do that could make me not love them. (Parents of teenagers or difficult children may disagree with me, but the actions of those children wouldn't hurt you as much if you didn't love them! If you didn't love them, then you wouldn't care!)
Jill may disobey me, or Daniel may bite me, and they may make my life difficult, but nothing they have ever done or ever could do will change the fact that I love them.
Interesting, isn't it?
My love for them is seemingly innate, a part of me that can never be removed.
God loves me like that, too. He is always willing to welcome me back, and His Son Jesus Christ has ensured that there is a way for me to return to our Heavenly Father.
This Easter season is a great time to eat lots of candy and see cute bunnies every where and also a wonderful time to ponder the gift of love our God has given us. He gave us a Savior whom He loved very much, because He loves us very much, too. Christ suffered for our sins in Gethsemane and Golgotha, and then He rose again, permanently conquering death and sin in just one week and eternally paving a way for me to return to the presence of God, who is Love.
I do not mean to suggest that only parents can feel or understand God's love. I intend simply to share how I have gained a deeper understanding of this beautiful principle.
Upon continued thought, I realize that my eventual goal must be to love everyone like I love Jill and Daniel—to love everyone how God loves them. What a magnificent world we could live in if we could all love one another that way.
And when I say love, I mean an endless, life changing, all encompassing kind of love.
And in a slight alteration of topic, here are some pictures of people I love.
Jill and Daddy at Jill's first swimming lesson
Daniel "watching" his sister at the first swimming lesson
Thank you for taking pictures, Grandma!