The Father's Heart

My daughter has a superhero's heart.  She calls herself "Puncher" and always wants to fight the bad guys to protect the good guys.  She's not a bow or dress wearing girl.  She's a rough and tumble girl.  But she has a good heart.

My son has a very tender heart.  He gets excited when we rescue bugs or frogs that have mistakenly found their way inside.  He hurts when others hurt.  He and his sister are so different, but so loveable in their own way.

I would love to look at them and say, "They have their mom's heart," but that's not really true.  Sometimes, I'm a coward.  I'm afraid to love deeply.  There are even times when I wish certain people would "get what's coming to them."  My heart is not nearly as caring and loving as their hearts.  No, they don't have their mother's heart.  They have their Father's heart.

They love me even when I'm angry with them.  They hug and kiss me when I'm crying.  They love to excite me.  They enjoy making things.  God has given me a glimpse of who He is through my children.  

And I know that this is God, because it says so in His word.

I know that God loves us when we've hurt him because God showed us that love in His story of the prodigal son.  Not only did the father accept his remorseful son, but he ran to his son when he saw his son coming... he was watching for his son.

I know that God cares about us when we cry because His scripture says to cast our cares on Him because he cares for us

I know that He loves to excite me because of His response to Job.  He amazed and impressed Job with everything He had done to show Job that He was God and Job was just man and there IS a difference.

I know that God enjoys making things because it's part of who He is... in the beginning, God created.  And with everything He created, He looked back and said that it was good.  He was pleased with what He made.

I'm thankful that God shows us so much through our children.  I'm not saying my children are perfect.  There are some days when God teaches me patience through my children!  

But evidence of God's love is all around.  I can see it everywhere.  God loves me.  I know this is true. But how can I open my heart to truly love Him?