My middle daughter is 8 years old.
She is a lot bigger and heavier than when she was four years old. She’s a lot more street-smart and savvy. She gets into spots of minor bother from time to time. A lot more than when she was four years ago.
Yet even as she settles to sleep away from where she should be, I still carry her to bed. As I do so I look on lovingly at her sleeping form. Whatever she gets into, taking her to safety whatever it takes will always be worth it.
As my heart swells with that love for her, I look on my faith journey to date and noticed that God carried me a lot. Not because I am cute, but because of His character it’s always worth it as far as He’s concerned. I don’t do anything to deserve it, but He chooses to spread that love for me.
As far as His Kingdom, it will always be worth it, even as there are far greater things at stake than me.
I am grateful that He holds me in the hollow of His hands
For His Name’s Sake
Shalom
C. L. J. Dryden

Beautiful.. having children really is one way God deepens our understanding of Hus love.huh?
So, very true!