I’m a mom.
It seems unreal that after all the waiting and sickness, my precious little boy has arrived. He’s even more beautiful than I had imagined, and my heart fills with so much joy every time I look at him.
It’s as if all the pain of delivery a month ago and then the emergency room visit a little over a week later never happened. Or wait–maybe all the pain is an important part of my love for him. One would think that such intense pain and fear would cause you to dislike the cause of all the pain, but instead you attach even more firmly to the one for whom you suffered.
That’s only a fraction of what Christ must feel when He looks at His children for whom He suffered infinitely more than any human who was not also divine could suffer. How precious must be Christ’s love for us!