New Birth

My heart is full to the point of bursting. The call came at 2:00 this morning. “Mom, you’ve got a granddaughter.” Not able to sleep with the wonder of it all. Quickly packing a suitcase. Jumping in the car for the long drive across several states. Finally, we arrive at our daughter and son-in-law’s home. I approach, somewhat shyly, this new little life, my first grandchild. As I take her in my arms, I don’t ever want to let go—she’s beautiful in that way of newborn babies. In that moment, she became mine; part of my heart and soul, to be loved forever.

And then, it occurs to me, does God feel this sense of wonder as He looks at me, his child?  I love this child even though I didn’t carry her as I did my own children. I love this child even though it was my daughter who gave her birth. How much more God must love me. He created me, he molded me, he cared for me and he drew my heart to His, until at last I turned to him as my father. And yet, I wonder, does he feel a certain shyness as he approaches me? Does he feel a sense of wonder in who I am and who I may become? Does He, as a father, hope that I will love him with all of my heart? I am in awe tonight that the Mighty God of the Universe looks at me the way a new dad looks at his daughter—full of joy and the promise of a love that will last forever.