I'm not sure when it happens, but there is a point in time when you realize you are learning just as much from your kids as they are learning from you. Today was another one of those days when I read these words from my daughters blog:
Something I've never spent much time thinking about is that my parents don't love me because I'm a good runner, because I'm a camp counselor in the summer, or because I drive my sister to school in the morning. And they don't NOT love me because I pick on my little brother, I talk back to them, or I am not home by curfew. They love me for me, because I'm theirs. Mom and Dad: I'm sorry if sometimes it doesn't seem like you're appreciated...I love you (:
Jesus died on the cross because He loves us. Why on earth would He love US? Not because we pack boxes at Feed the Children, give the homeless man on the corner of main and douglas a sandwich, or bring the granger stranger a box of cookies. He doesn't NOT love us because we accidentally cuss, forget to read our bible, or tell a lie. He loves for who we are, because we are His. He created us, and for that, He loves us SO MUCH! Without us even doing anything!
It does not matter what you do or don't do, there will always be people who will love you. respect you. care for/about you. I'm not really sure what I'm getting at..this is just something that I had never thought about before, it seems like the concept of love, coming from God or from your parents, has just kind of been one of those things like eating and breathing. It just kind of happens..and no one really thinks about it. But do me a favor, and think about it..just for a second. It's kind of amazing, huh?
"Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God." -1 John 4:7
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