Its Friday, and you know I love my Five Minute Fridays with Lisa-Jo. Today’s promting -Bare.
Here we Go!
He was born today, my firstborn, my son; a miracle sent from heaven. They laid him on my body, all bare, and wet, and crying.
My body fought for twelve hours, not wanting to release him – and he pressed for twelve hours, ready to break free and grow in a larger territory.
I pull him close to comfort him, and for the first time, cheek touches cheek; and he still has the fragrance of someone who has been in the presence of God – a sweet aroma, like no other.
And right then and there, he stole my heart. Long before he had done anything right or wrong – long before he could ever say, “I love you”, or bring rock, and dandelions as gifts – I loved him.
And in those years, when he closed his heart to all, and went his own way, I loved him. Still, calling out his name before the only one who knew where he was, physically, emotionally, and spiritually – my heart, all bare and raw before the Lord, still loved him.
Today he was born, my firstborn, my son; a miracle sent from heaven. I call to say “Happy Birthday”, as he awakes from slumber. And all I get, is a “Thanks Mom, I’ll call you when I’m more awake”.
STOP the five minutes, but continuing the thought:
Is this how you feel Lord?
You love us long before we do right or wrong.
You know us so well – physically, emotionally, and spiritually.
You call me in the early hours to say how much you love me. And I tell you, that I’ll call back when I get up.
Yet, You love me still.
I remember the lyrics from the hymn, written by Stuart Townend.
“How deep the Father’s love for us,
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure”
I know that, I am that wretch, and the depth of the Father’s love I cannot fully comprehend. The only comparison I have, is the love I have for my children – and how much I have loved them; long before good or bad, success or failure, gifts or no gifts, was ever a consideration. I loved them at first sight.
Thank you Lord, for the birth of my son and all my children.
Thank you Lord, for the gift of your son.
Thank you Lord, for loving me – long before I could ever earn it.
I love You Lord.
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