I remember becoming pregnant with my son. The first time I laid my eyes on him was an incredible moment. I loved him so much words could not express it. I wanted to protect him from the world and its cruelties. I thought I could never love like this again.
Then another pregnancy came along. As I heard the doctor tell me I was pregnant I wondered if I could love another child the way I loved my son. You see I measured love as if there was just a container of love in front of me and I had poured it all out for him. But day by day I found myself loving this child inside of me just as much as I had loved my first.
How could there be so much love that you think you have given it all, but yet the same measure is given all over again?
Love is something we cannot understand. It cannot be measured.
My third child came along very unexpected and I thought I’m not going to give up my career. She can go to a babysitter. I’m not going to be as protective as I was with my first 2. It is my time!! As I awoke from my C-section and they placed that little girl in my arms, I would have done anything for her. I would do whatever it took to protect her from the world’s cruelties.
Then years later my daughter would become pregnant, and at her delivery they had to put her out, so she did not get to hold her baby girl, so they let me go in as soon as she was born. I sat down in the rocker and they placed that little girl in my arms, and I rocked her for an hour and never took my eyes off of her beautiful face. I laughed when I realized how long I had just sat there staring at her. I was bonding and falling in love with another child.
Then the next grand-child came, and the next, and on and on, and I never ran out of love.
How could I have enough love to give over and over?
I found myself a widow after 30 years of marriage. I was thinking I could never love another man, nor did I want to. Then I met Rich. My heart fell in love all over again. Of all my years of dieting I never have lost my appetite, and I have always slept even in the roughest of circumstances, but after meeting Rich I couldn’t eat or sleep. I lost 9 pounds in 2 weeks without even trying. I was in love!
How could I have enough love to give?
I could not run out of love!
How could I not run out of love?
Think about the love of the Father. He loves us more than we love us, and our children. Each one He loves. How could He have enough love for all of us in all the world, generation after generation?
John 3:16 For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes on Him shall not perish but have everlasting life.
A mother's love comes from a Father in heaven that loves each one of us with a never ending supply.
1 John 4:19 We love each other because he loved us first. [NLT]
I thank my Father in heaven that we never run out of love!
Have a wonderful day this Sunday celebrating Mother's Day!
Happy Mother's Day!!