The Love of a Father

I was laying in bed this morning needing to get up in order to have my Bible reading time and get ready for work when one of our nighttime visitors to our bed (a 19 month old, incredibly cute, terror of a kid) rolled over and said Dada and promptly snuggled up next to me. Needless to say I was late getting out of bed.

It’s times like these that I get overwhelmed with love for my kids. It’s amazing how much you can love something so small. What’s even more amazing is our capability to love each kid equally strong. After having kids I always said I would die for my kids in an instant, without questioning it at all, and I would kill for them even faster. (I’m mostly joking almost joking about the killing part, but it clearly would have to be an issue of someone’s life for theirs, in a situation I hope I’m never in).

It’s when I ponder the depths of my love for my kids that I automatically think about the love of our Father, God. How much He had to love us to send His son, Jesus, to die on the cross for us. It was also a willing sacrifice- Jesus new full well what was coming for Him, and yet He chose to endure the shame of the cross, knowing the end result. God even though He knew that Jesus would be rejected, scorned, and abused, He still sent Him because it was the only way for our sins to be forgiven. Hebrews 9:22 states that without the shedding of blood there can be no remission of sins. Blood had to be shed, and it was freely shed for me. What an amazing thing to think about.

The question for me is am I living in a manner worthy of the blood of Christ? Do I live each day remembering what Christ did for me to release me from my chains of captivity to sin? Am I living each day for the glory of God?

Soli Deo Gloria

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