“See what kind of love the Father has given to us, that we should be called children of God; and so we are.” – 1 John 3:1
As each on this morning crawls up to my place,
Each one of my children now squirming for space,
I’m soaking in this: the love you have for me,
An affectionate reception full and sweet.
Oh, how I desire to guide and provide!
To discipline for good and protect these lives!
If my love can’t measure for these precious four,
How surpassing is yours to those you have born?
And now we rejoice for again we expect.
How you must delight in the birth of your next!
First breaths drawn in draw out joy from the parent.
Cries produce cries of your goodness apparent.
Though five will make room in my lap hard to find,
I find room in my heart simply grows each time.
Now, with you each child has a comfortable place,
And your heart for yours is abundant with space.
I have been preaching through the letter of 1 John with our church. At the beginning of chapter 3, John is marveling at the extent of relationship that God gives to those who are in Christ. The “kind of love” is that God has made us, not just forgiven, not just friends, but his children. When I consider the depth of affection that I have for my children even with all of my limitations, the thought of God’s infinite depths of love for his children are overwhelming to me.
So as I was sitting on my couch with my computer early on Sunday morning meditating on 1 John 3:1, one-by-one my daughters came down the stairs and sat with me. It started out peaceful with just one, but in a few minutes, they were all upon me, squirming for room. Just a few minutes later, this poem was on the screen.