Of course, I always knew (in an intellectual, of-course-this-is-logical kind of way) that I would love my own children more than any other.
But sometimes it surprises me how deep and fierce and pure and joyful my love for them is. I've only been their mother for a relatively short time. But each day I know my boys is another day I love them more.
Sometimes my love is too much for my heart to hold. It spills out of eyes. It creates the goofiest grin that I couldn't erase from my face if someone offered me a thousand bucks to do so.
Noah and Elias are my sons. I delight in them. I love them just for who they are.
In loving them I can't help but have a greater understanding of the Father's love for me. It's profound, really.
Watching Noah play or Eli sleep makes my heart smile. In the same way, God's heart is filled with joy just watching me be me. He loves me not for what I do but for who I am.
|Noah, 21 months old|
|Elias, 2 months old|
I could ask for no greater blessing than being a mom.
I'm blessed to love fully.
I'm blessed to be fully loved.
The LORD delights in those who fear him,
who put their hope in his unfailing love.