A Father’s Love…

Spencer & Granny

My two year old, Spencer, was running through the house the other night like any normal two year old would be doing, only stopping long enough to get a foothold on something that he wants to climb on top of, totally running 99 miles per hour the entire time. Donna and I were in the living room talking and all of a sudden we heard a loud thud, the kind of thud that you know is serious, so we both jumped to our feet and ran to our screaming kiddo to find that he had blood coming from his bottom lip, it was his first official busted lip (that we can remember).

Needless to say I panicked, we rushed him to the kitchen sink where we went to work accessing his wounds (he was screaming in terror the entire time). Once we were able to determine that it was just a fat lip and that all of his teeth were okay and that it really wasn’t a serious medical issue I was finally able to take a breath. I didn’t realize how stressed and concerned I was until I saw my baby boy sitting there w/ blood coming out of his mouth, I think I felt every bit of physical pain that he felt and was equally as upset.

Later that night I told Donna that in some ways I just learned something HUGE, I learned about a father’s love for his child. Let me just state for the record that I’m fully aware that this won’t be his last busted lip, heck, we will be doing good if we get through the rest of the month before he does it again, but each time he hurts I think I feel it too. I went on to tell Donna that that fatherly bond is stronger than anything I’ve ever felt before and I can’t imagine how hard it was for God to let Jesus go to that cross for our sins.

I guess the moral of this random string of thoughts is this, the sacrifice was worth it for God to give his only Son for us, not us collectively, but for each of us on an individual scale. I hope that helps someone in some way realize their importance and worth this Easter season…