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The Love of Our Father

Last week, I came into the church office to discover Taylor, the precious, four year old daughter of one of the administration staff, waiting to welcome any incomers. Her little purple dress and sparkly stockings tucked into her new, Christmas boots had her standing proud, displaying her outfit. As I sat down at the computer, opening the email whose inbox desperately required my attention, Taylor stood by my side. Soon, she was on my lap, typing letters one by one, looking to me each time she was unsure of what a letter looked like. In these moments, I felt proud and pleased. I could not control the smile on my face as I watched her little brain work, moving from key to key.
Upon later reflection, I thought of how much easier it would have been to complete my work without Taylor's help. Being a bit of an impatient perfectionist, several times, I thought of throwing a paper her way with some crayons so I could proceed with finishing my to do list; however, I knew how much she wanted to be included. I thought of the powerful parallel in the Lord's inclusion of us, His children. The Lord extends perfect patience to His children on a daily basis. His great love permits us to participate in furthering His Kingdom. How blessed we are to be called His children!
I am certain parents understand a bit more of the love of their Heavenly Father as they, in turn, develop greater love for their children. Having glimpsed small feelings of this parental pride, I am left grateful for the Lord as Father. May you know more of this deep love, remembering that the knowledge of His great love will always prove too wonderful for us to attain.
“Which of you, if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake? If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!”
— Matthew 7:9-11
How great is the love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are!
–1 John 3:1
All my love,
Gennavieve

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