One of the best parts about being a parent is the opportunities you get to simply sit in a big comfortable chair with a sleeping infant in your arms. I know that when Daivd was born, Debbie had to work on Saturdays. Every Saturday, I would get a big comfy pillow and place it on my lap and then sit for most of the day with David on my lap. He’s too big for those kinds of cozy times now, but I still remember the moments.
Just yesterday, I was holding Daniel. He had fallen asleep and he was snoring with his head snuggled into the crook of my neck. No amount of money in the world. No amount of prestige could replace such a precious moment. I savor them all the more now that I realize that even Daniel is growing up—just like David, Jacob and Andrew.
As I thought about these precious moments with my children, I realized something about God. He never really got to hold Jesus the way that mothers and fathers hold their precious children. He never got to snuggle with Jesus on a cold winter morning in a warm bed. He never got to carry him and put him in bed when he fell asleep in his arms. He never got to do any of the things that we take for granted as parents. He never got to do any of those things.
Yet, he did get to watch him die in humiliation and pain on a cross. He watched in agony as his only Son died for the sins of the entire world. He watched, and I think that he wept.
Have you wrapped your arms around Jesus and accepted what he did on your behalf?
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