Tonight as I reflect on the Father's love I am in awe. I think of how it pains me when my daughter is upset or hurting. I hate hearing her cry, I hate hearing her suffer. As we have just come through a difficult time of sleep-training, I reflect on the journey. Hearing her wailing in her room it took all of my restraint not to rush in there and comfort her and soothe her. I wanted to assure her that her mommy loved her and would always be there for her. But I knew that what we were doing was for her own good. It was because we love her that we needed to let her cry, so she could figure out how to soothe herself to sleep. Having this knowledge still did not make it easy.
These are the moments that help me to better understand the ultimate love of the father, and yet what I come to understand is how utterly incomprehensible that love truly is. My sufferings are but a sliver of discomfort when contrasted with what my Father must have felt in sacrificing His Son for me. "How deep the Father's love for us? How vast beyond all measure?" Wow!
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