Children take parts of our hearts and misuse them as to their needs. But grandchildren are different. I am unfettered with my grandchildren! The constraints of responsibility and time inherent in the maternal relationship are no longer at issue.
Let’s be honest. We love our children, but expect some kind of respect and appreciation in return. We look for it, even crave it. With our grandchildren, we just unabashedly love. That’s a cameo, a miniature glimpse, of how God loves us.
Love in the scriptures stands for the chief quality of the ideal character because it is the very nature of God. God looks at us and sees that soul capacity in us which he created. What does He do? He pours out His constant love, fills us up over and over again.
Just like with my grandchildren, I try to fill them up over and over again: playing Candy Land one more time, feeding the chickens one more time, reading the same story one more time, and singing the same silly song one more time.
My prayer today is that I can keep learning to love with abandon just as God loves us.
Have I taken the lid off of my soul to allow God’s love to fill me up over and over again?
If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but do not have love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. . . .