It has recently occurred to me, now having two children of my own, how deeply I love my children. It's love so vast it hurts. It's love that would make you choose to save their life over your own. And now that I have my two beautiful boys, I look at them and realize how much my dad loved me. The example that my dad was for me growing up and becoming the man that I am is absolutely laudable. Through his praise and gentle admonitions, I was molded. With the knowledge I gained through example, it enables me to raise my sons in the same way.
As I sat watching my sons play together tonight, not only was I completely filled with joy to see two little men that I had a part in creating play together, but it made me think of God's love for us, His children. It immediately made me think of the piece of Scripture that states in Matthew 7:11 - "If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask Him." It is almost as if I had a vision from God, seeing us how he sees us. As I looked at my boys as they laugh, it made me laugh. As I watch them cry, it makes me want to help them. As I watch them throw a tantrum over something trivial, it makes me want to explain to them what is really important in life. It is similar to how God sees us when we're happy, sad, or throwing a tantrum. In any of those scenarios, you always love your children and want to help them through their sadness or distress.
It is my prayer that I am able to raise my children as wonderfully as my parents raised me and my siblings.
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