Out of Me

This afternoon I watched my talented son play football. I watched him dodge and weave, effortlessly his strong agile limbs moved the ball and carried him without hesitation towards the goal. As I stood admiring him, I thought to myself, "Wow he came out of me!"

Later as bedtime preparations were underway I watched my husband towel-dry and powder my littlest one. I marvelled at his sturdy little limbs and perfectly formed frame. Again I found myself thinking: "He came out of me!"

Earlier I watched my daughter laugh and twirl and swing and skip. She throws back her head and laughs with her whole being. Her joy and energy are contagious. Her confidence astounds me. I find myself in awe once again: "She came out of me."

Other things come out of me too, though. Fears. Insecurities. Negative thoughts. I have to fight hard to withstand the magnetic pull of the negative tide. I reach out to grasp onto a life-line before I am swept away in the downpour.

Here's a familar tried and tested Lifeline:

"You created my innermost being. You knit me together in my mother's womb. Your eyes saw my unformed body. Your works are wonderful - I know that full well..."

PSALM 139

Just as my children are precious to me, just as they take my breath away, bring a warm glow to my heart and make the pain worthwhile with their sweet kisses... so I am precious to my Creator.

I must remember that my Father dotes over me just as I dote over my kids.

Sure I get mad/frustrated/disappointed with them at times - as I'm sure He does with me. But do I for even a second stop loving them?? Would I trade them? Would I wish them away for all the hard work and pain and tears they bring me? Never.

If you offered me A Million - A Billion - in exchange for one of my children, would I take it?? Never!

They are beyond price.

And so am I. And so are you.