We are a few weeks removed from Mother’s Day and Father’s Day. They are both days many recognize their mother and father and how much they have meant to them. For some they are really hard days, either because they have lost a parent or they had bad parents. The reality is that families who celebrate those days in some way are celebrating a parent who loved them.
Just a few weeks ago, I was thinking about how much I loved my children. There was one day in particular when my wife was gone and I had both kids to myself (If my wife is home, my daughter doesn’t know I exist!). We were watching a movie and eating popcorn and I found myself just looking at my kids. I was overwhelmed in that moment with how much I loved them. Somehow in that moment I loved them more than I knew how to express. I pulled them both a little closer and kissed them both on top of the head. My daughter even snuggled with me (until her mom got home!).
On father’s day I took my son to play golf. It is something I love to do and something I hope to share with him. We played nine holes together and had a great time. I had fun with the golf and he had fun because he had orange pop and potato chips. There was once again a moment in which I looked at him and thought about how much I loved him.
This deep love I have for my children is born out of nothing they have done. Sure, I love when they tell me they love me, sure I love when they appreciate something I have done, but my love for them is not conditional. My love for them is boundless. Even when they do something that angers me, or disappoints me, or is just irritating, there is never a question in my mind (and I hope theirs) about whether or not I love them.
I have been thinking about how the deep love I have for them pales in comparison to the love that God has for them. The love of God was poured out through the death and resurrection of Jesus. It was a love born from a deep desire for all people to be in right relationship with God. It was the epitome of the love of a parent for a child. God wants all people to know they are loved in the deepest way possible.
We have nightly prayers in our homes and a part of my prayer is the same every night, “Help Isaac and Gracie to know how much You love them, and help them to know how much their mommy and daddy love them.” I pray that prayer because I want them to know that not only do they get to see their mom and dad love them, but I want them to know that God loves them and their mom and dad are trying to model the love God has for them through our lives.
My prayer is that all will choose to receive the love our heavenly father has for us. The type of love that knows no limits, knows no bounds, and is relentless in helping us to be defined by this great love. May we find our identity, our hope, our present, and our future in the Love of God. May we live in such a way that, that love defines how we live.