Some times, at silly times, unexpected, totally unprompted times, it hits me.
It hits me like a ton of bricks. Only more pleasant.
I love this baby.
And when it hits me I feel overwhelmed.
Overwhelmed with love.
I didn't know it was possible to love this much.
And then I think, is this what God means when He says He loves us like we are His kids?
Cause that would be intense love, like whoa.
Cause I love Papillon with a love that fills my little, imperfect heart up to the almost exploding point.
Imagine a love that fills up a perfect, God-size heart to the point of almost exploding.
Like I said. Whoa. Intense Love.
In conclusion:
I love my baby.
I love that my baby is teaching me about God's love. It's cool how that works.
4 comments:
Yes! Agreed!
I had a similar experience with my students one day back in October. I had my bad class, and they were basically acting like themselves, and I remember thinking, "I'm trying so hard to help you and teach you, WHY CAN'T YOU JUST WORK WITH ME?" And then the bricks hit me: maybe that's how God feels when we're mucking around doing our own thing and not letting Him be our Father and our Teacher and our Redeemer.
Thank you for trying to put into words what I feel all the time but am too intimidated to even try to write about.
Yep. I get it. And I say, "Amen." This is it.
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