“As a mother comforts her child, so will I comfort you“
“Can I help, Mama?” newly minted big brother stands at my elbow as I lay baby Peter down on my bed. I send Jonah for a fresh diaper from the closet and watch as he comes running back, the cotton diaper flying like a flag from one hand.
Little Peter makes cooing noises at Jonah as I pin diaper in place, smiling up at the two of us when I wrap him tightly in his lightweight gauze blanket.
Fed, burped, changed. I lift him to my chest and start my nightly slow dance. In minutes, he’s asleep. I lay him down soft and watch him sleep, soft sighs in and out. I lean in for a kiss, just a moment to inhale this tiny miracle. A person grown in the deepest part of me now here, dozing on my bed.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again and again – becoming a Mother has opened my eyes in ways I could not before fathom. Introduced me to a whole new, deeper understanding of my Father and His heart toward me.
Here I am, deeply flawed and sincerely in need of my Savior, and even I attend to the needs of my child. I respond to his weak demands, his tiny cries. I hush and calm his fears, I comfort him at every turn. I care for him physically – keep him fed, clean, warm.
I whisper my ardency into his ears, knowing full well he does not yet understand or reciprocate my unyielding love for him. I find joy in coaxing mere half smiles, sing songs and tickle toes while he watches, nonplussed. And I delight in every moment with him.
I know that my love and passion for my son pales in comparison to the vibrant love God has for each of us, His children. His love is higher, wider, deeper, longer. His love is unending.
As I leave the room, I turn for one last look at those long baby lashes laying softly on his plump baby cheek and feel this love welling up from the depths of my Mother-heart. And I stand, overpowered by the knowledge that His love dwarfs mine every time.
If you then, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father who is in heaven give what is good to those who ask Him!
Lydia is Mama to 5 little ones, wife to a wonderful husband, knitter, writer, grace-seeker and beauty chaser. You can catch up with Lydia daily at Small Town Simplicity.