Erin MacPherson shares how she demonstrated Christ's love with her distressed child.
I trust in your unfailing love; my heart rejoices in your salvation. I will sing the Lord’s praise, for he has been good to me. —Psalm 13:5–6 (niv)
In a feat only a mom could pull off, I managed to wrangle three kids through bath time and into their pajamas, through story time and bedtime prayers, and get them all tucked into their beds before eight o’clock. All with my husband out of town on business, thank you very much.
My reward? A big bowl of mint chip ice cream and an evening on the couch watching tv. Or so I thought.
Joey came trudging into the living room with big eyes and a quivery smile. I could just tell that this wasn’t going to be one of those give-me-a-hug-then-get-back-to-bed-this-instant nights. I pulled him onto my lap and asked him what he was thinking about. He told me he couldn’t sleep, wasn’t sure why, and then his voice cracked. A tear streamed down his face. “Mommy, I miss Daddy!”
I sat there rubbing his back and told him about Christ’s unfailing love— a love that always comes back to us, no matter what; a love that always comforts, protects, hopes, perseveres. Joey’s tears dried. His heartbeat slowed. And, eventually, he drifted off to sleep.
I had looked forward to some quiet time and, instead, God rewarded me with something bigger: time to share His joy, hope, and love with my precious son.
Lord, give me opportunities to tell my kids how big, how deep, how wide, and how great Your love is.
Written by Erin MacPherson
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