As I sit here, my first baby, my son, is sleeping peacefully in his bassinet. I am never more than five steps away from him. Every little sound he makes causes me to jump up and check on him; I don't know how many times a day I lay my hand on his chest while he sleeps to make sure he is breathing. He has become my whole world and I can't name one thing I wouldn't do for him.
With that being said, I begin to think about tomorrow and the sacrifice our Lord made for us. He sent his only begotten son to die on the cross so that I might live. I have always been brought to my knees by John 3:16, but now that I have a son, it takes on a whole new meaning to me, because I understand the tremendous, heart-breaking, soul shattering love one has for their child. Jesus was a son; he was Mary's son, he was God's son. His father created Him knowing that he would make the ultimate sacrifice for me and you. I can't fully express the emotion I feel when I think of this, with my own son only steps away.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that I don't think I could do the same thing; which makes me infinitely more thankful for the sacrifice that our Heavenly Father made for us so that I might live.
Today I thank you for my beautiful baby boy, who you created in your image. I thank you for his precious life and I pray we trust in you to guide us in raising him. I thank you for your son, who died so that we might live eternally, and I pray you help us raise Toph to understand the enormity of your sacrifice and what it means to live in you. It's in your son's most precious name I pray,