I fell in love at 1:25 am on Saturday! It’s not the first time I have fallen in love. After all, I am a husband and a father. It was at that hour, however, that my sleep was interrupted by the chime of a text from our son to inform us of the birth of our granddaughter, Clara Marie. The text included a picture of Clara lying on the scale soon after she was born. Seeing this first glimpse of our precious granddaughter touched my heart. I fell head over heels in love with her and struggled to sleep for the rest of the night.
Leigh and I are eagerly awaiting the chance to meet Clara and hold her in our arms, but as we have continued to receive pictures and even had video chats with Matt, Lauren, and Clara, I find that I can’t stop thinking about her. I have set the wallpaper on my phone so that whenever I turn the phone on, I see her picture. When a new picture arrives, I just want to stare at this precious little girl. I look for opportunities to share her picture with others and am overwhelmed with a sense of pride in and love for this child.
She is already such a blessing and a source of joy to our family, and I find myself praying for her and wondering what she will grow up to become. I ask God to surround her, protect her, and bless her. I want her to grow up knowing that she is a beloved child of God who is created in God’s image and pray that she will follow Jesus as a disciple and will invest her life in doing God’s work and building God’s kingdom.
While reflecting on my feelings for Clara, it struck me that my feelings for her don’t even begin to compare to the depths of God’s love for each one of us. If this experience of love for a grandchild provides even a glimpse of how much our Heavenly Father loves us, we are all amazingly blessed. In Isaiah 49:15-16a, we are told, “Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has born? Though she may forget, I will not forget you! See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands.” As one who has sometimes written notes to myself on my hand, what a gift it is to know that God has our names written on the palm of God’s own hand. What a marvelous gift that is.