Beloved

The day I became a mommy was like a wave crashing over me.  As I am sure it was for most other moms out there, every bit of me was torn to pieces after the most physically and mentally exhausting trial of my life.  But all of that was a distant memory when I held my child in my arms, heard his little cry for the first time, and kissed his sweet head.  I can honestly say that nothing prepared me for it, nothing compares to it and nothing will ever make sense of it.  It is a love deep within me that came alive that day.  It came from a place that I didn't even know existed.  I felt unprepared, but perfectly capable at the same time.  Scared but incomparably happy.  He was perfect.  I was blessed.  Any flaws were unnoticed and completely erased by the love that overwhelmed me.  I was proud beyond measure, not because of something he did, but just because he was mine and he was beautiful in every way.

And what is my point in telling you this?  You are a child.  I am a child.  We all belong to a creator that not only parents us but made us.  That inexpressible love that I have for my child is only a fraction of the love God feels for me.  Not because of something I did or said, but because I am His.  He is proud of me because this me, from head to toe, belongs to him and there is nothing I can do to change it.  His love is the epitome of unconditional.  And that is amazing.  Because no matter how much we may think that we don't measure up and no matter how big the mistake or flaw, our title of beautiful precious child still remains.  He will always love us.  And I guess that is one of the biggest things I need to learn first and foremost.  I am a child, I am loved, and I am flawless to the Creator of the Universe.  And that makes me (and you) pretty incredible.

Day 2: "I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well."