In four days, I’ll be celebrating my first Mother’s Day! Woohoo! I hope I get a good gift…. Oh! Sorry! My mind drifted for a second.
Until now, I have never truly understood how God designed parenting to be a spot-on object lesson concerning His great love for His people. In church you always hear about God being “the ultimate Father” or “a loving parent”, but until you experience parenthood for yourself, it just sounds like a sweet idea. However, now that I have experienced not-so-sweet moments in the past six months of my son’s life, I truly understand the overwhelming truth of God as our Father! Two specific examples come to my mind…
For the first two months of Owen’s life, he was SUPER clingy- so much so that I briefly considered returning him to the hospital. If I left him alone for longer than .5 seconds, screaming ensued. For an independent person like me, this was the toughest challenge of my life to-date. My doctor husband informed me that Owen’s clingy-ness stemmed from a recognition that he needs me in order to survive. When I would leave the room, he would immediately become fearful of being abandoned and not surviving. Well, needless to say, that changed my perspective in a BIG way! And the more I thought about it, the more I began to understand my sinful pride. God is my Almighty Parent, and yet I don’t constantly recognize my absolute dependence upon Him for everything- air, food, salvation, etc. Why do I not cry out to Him like Owen cries out for me? I must admit, this revelation floored me, and I begged forgiveness from my Father for not constantly craving His presence as I go throughout my day.
The second object lesson came the day of Owen’s three-month checkup- you know what I’m talking about, parents- the one where he gets lit up with four immunization shots right in his little leg? Yeah, that one. Agh. After we got home, Owen was so sore from the shots that all he wanted to do was cry… and cry… and cry some more. He finally fell asleep in my arms as I just watched the rain fall outside the window… and then it hit me. You see, the entire time Owen had been crying, I longed with every fiber of my being that I could take his pain upon myself. I cried with him and prayed that my little boy would find some relief in his sore little chicken legs (which have beefed up quite a bit since then!). God used that moment to teach me about how He is able to take away my deepest pain and disease of sin! What I could not do for Owen, God did for me as He died on the Cross! What praise ensued from my humbled heart!
So, Moms, as your day of recognition draws near, I pray that God will remind you of His power and grace through your little ones. Think back on those difficult moments and find the object lesson of grace within them!
For the Lord’s portion is his people,
Jacob his allotted inheritance.
In a desert land he found him,
in a barren and howling waste.
He shielded him and cared for him;
he guarded him as the apple of his eye,
like an eagle that stirs up its nest
and hovers over its young,
that spreads its wings to catch them
and carries them aloft.