What my Children Remind Me

My boys could not be more different.

My oldest in some regards is quieter. He won’t be the first one to say hello, but appreciates being acknowledged. He processes and analyzes everything. He makes sure you always know how loved you are. He is curious and likes details. He is affectionate. 

My youngest is independent. If he can do it himself and without help, he will. He is decisive. He is honest, brutally sometimes, but always honest. He gives affection, and wants affection, but on his terms. He is creative and imaginative.

As their mom, I love them the same (SO MUCH) but totally different. Their needs are not the same. They receive love differently.  While they entered this world the same way, and have been raised the same, they are not alike.  They do not process emotion or thoughts the same way.

It’s probably obvious, but that’s all of us. That’s you. That’s me. Our father in heaven, our creator, loves each one of us more than we could ever imagine, but he doesn’t love us the same either. We have different needs. We receive and accept love differently. Today if you’re feeling unseen, unloved, underappreciated, or disregarded, let me remind you that your father sees you. 

He knows your need. 

He knows your heart. 

He knows you. 

He chose you before the world was made. 

It pleased him to make YOU.

His love is not limited or restrictive, but given freely. 

He is with you on the mountain tops and in the valleys low.

The gifts and abilities God has given you may not look like your neighbors, but don’t let that devalue your gifts - they are special and have purpose.  God will anoint whatever he has given to you, so place your gifts in his power, and enjoy yourself!

Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out;

    you formed me in my mother’s womb.

I thank you, High God—you’re breathtaking!

    Body and soul, I am marvelously made!

    I worship in adoration—what a creation!

You know me inside and out,

    you know every bone in my body;

You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit,

    how I was sculpted from nothing into something.

Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;

    all the stages of my life were spread out before you,

The days of my life all prepared

    before I’d even lived one day.

Psalm 139:13-16