God gave me a gift for 2012.
A word that seemed predictable, considering I’m a mother.
But it surprised me because, rather than simply a word I should be living out, He meant this word as a gift to me, from Him.
God wants to nurture me.
He wants to nurture us.
The same way a mother and father lovingly care for and encourage each new step their child takes – a cheer for their first word, a round of applause for a new tooth breaking through – this is the same way God loves us.
He is constantly caring for and encouraging our growth and development.
But as any parent knows, growth often comes with challenge.
Right now my boy is working through some of his own challenges as he grows and develops. I vlogged a while back about Cohen’s Torticollis and though he’s improving daily, its a slow process. And the very things that help him the most, are the things he resists the most – because they are uncomfortable.
Isn’t that true for all of us?
The decisions we know will help us the most, are often the ones we resist the most. We simply don’t like to be uncomfortable (like reading the Word instead of another blog post – ouch!)
But the good news about the nurturing of the Lord is that along with discipline comes a fierce love.
God loves us more than any mother or father could ever love their child. He counts our every breath, the same way a new mother looks intently for the rise and fall of her newborn’s chest. His heart breaks with ours, the same way a father hates to hear the cries of his precious son or daughter.
This year as I seek to nurture my boy, I also seek to receive the firm, but tender nurturing of my heavenly Father.
Yes, this may mean some discomfort or moments of frustration as we’re stretched with growth, but the passionate love of the Father goes behind and before us, caring for and encouraging each shaky step we take.
Linking up with
and Heather from Brown Eyed Bell(e) this week.