I missed it

Sometimes, my love for our kiddos overwhelms me. Particularly when I consider how quickly the time passes and how often I regret a word harshly spoken.

But, my love never changes. It's deep, almost painful sometimes. I want the Lord's best for them. I want all joy, peace and happiness. I want them to know they are deeply loved, by the Lord and by me.

For some reason, in all likelihood my sinfulness, I struggle to feel this love from my parents. In fact, I was struck today by the realization that they likely love me with the same passion that I love my children. How did I miss that?

In their desire for the best for me, I heard, "Do your best. Anything less is not okay." I think my pride confused, twisted their message.

I have so much to learn. (That's my life motto.)

For today, I want to learn to love my children in the way they can understand it. It does no good to say "I love you" in a language they don't speak. And, I want to have grace toward my parents, ears to hear their words of love. And security in the Lord's love if I miss them.