Love

My child is sick. And I am a basket case about it. He just has a simple head cold but to me he is ill. So ill. His eyes are red and he has a bad cough. He has lost his voice so if his sickly cry was bad before, it's miserable now.

The other day I caught myself crying over him while rocking his sweet warm body to sleep after he had been crying. I couldn't contain myself. And the reason I was crying wasn't because my baby was sick. That was part of it yes. But not all of it.

I just couldn't quit thinking about how much the Lord loves us. He sent his own son to come to us as a baby. Fully innocent yet fully knowing. And He knew that that baby was going to have to die an agonizing death. Because He loves us. He wanted a relationship with us so bad that he was willing to see it all the way through to the death of His son. I don't like it when my baby is sick and if I could take it from him I would. The amazing part is that God didn't like it when we were sick with sin and he took it from us...by way of letting His baby die. I don't want to see my child suffer. I'm sure God didn't either, but because he loves me so much it was worth it to him. The suffering ended on the cross and we now can have a relationship with Him My son can have a relationship with Him I'm glad he saw the worth in suffering.

Until now, I haven't been able to grasp that kind of love. And now that I've gotten a glimpse of it, I am forever changed.