The Wading Pool

Last night, my little man was sick.  Pitiful sick.  Throwing up all over everybody sick.

It was a rough night.  For him, and for us.

After one final bout with this mess around 2:00 a.m., I sat in the bathroom, holding my son in my arms.  He was pitiful.  Feverish, hardly able to hold his eyes open from exhaustion…it’s hard to see your 1 year old (or any year old) in that state.

As I held him, I found myself praying a prayer I’ve prayed over my girls many times.  “Lord, if someone has to get this junk, let it be me.  Take it from him, give it to me.  Protect and heal him.”

Now don’t get me wrong, I’m no masochist.  I don’t want to drive the porcelain train anymore than you!  But when it comes to seeing my kids suffer or suffering for them, well, that’s really no choice at all. Parents, I know you know what I’m talking about.

And folks, that’s how the Father feels about us.  He looked down from heaven on the state of man, the state of sin that we were all in.  Suffering, sickness, death, pain, sorrow, slavery to sin…we were all, each of us, bound up in it.  And the Father sent His Son, His only Son, to take it for us.

2 Corinthians 5:21 says “He made Him who knew no sin to be sin for us, that we might become the righteousness of God in Him.” 

That’s the Father’s love for us.  That’s how much God loves you, and me.  We sing a song at our church with the following line:  “You would lay down Your life that I would be set free.”  Yep.  That’s God’s love for us.

Do you know it?  Do you believe it?  Have you experienced it?  If you haven’t, why wait?  Ask Him to show you His love today…right now…this moment.

For if He wouldn’t spare His own Son, but gave Him up for your sake, how would He not pour out His love on you?