When we were kids, we wondered who Mom and Dad loved the most. There has to be a “best” or “the most” in every situation, right?!
To some extent, I think we still think the same way until we have children of our own. It’s a hard concept to fathom until you’ve actually experienced multiple littles. I remember when girl child was born and our family was a family of three. This was wonderful. She was everything we wanted in a child. We enjoyed her so much and loved her to pieces.
And then, out of the blue we found out that boy child was on the way. How in the world would we love him as much as we loved girl child?! How is that even possible? Before his arrival I often thought of how I would try to make myself love him equally. Looking back, how foolish a thought that was. When he arrived, I instantly loved him to pieces, too. I didn’t have to try to love him- it just poured out of me. And there was no taking away of any of the love I had for girl child. I didn’t have to divide my love at all. There was just more of it. And the very same thing happened again with the arrival of baby girl.
It’s an interesting thing- the love of a mother for her children. The mother’s heart doesn’t ever run out of love. Whether there is one child or seven children- there is enough love. And it’s not “just enough” love, but abundant love. And it’s not measurable; it’s overflowing and never-ending. It’s relentless.
What an example of the love the Father bestows on us. How many children does He have? And how does He love all of us? Equally? Uniquely? Such a beautiful example of His love for us is our love for our own children.
We don’t question our love for our children. Why, then, would we ever question God’s love for us- His own children?