Someone pointed out that we can begin to understand God’s love for us by experiencing the love we have for our own kids.
For some reason that really clicked for me. To think that God loves me infinitely more than I love my son is hard to comprehend.
Don’t turn away from that love.
Having my first kid was the moment I began to believe in god again. It was just so visceral. The feeling that every trauma, misstep, hardship was necessary to bring that specific life into existence.
It put all my suffering into perspective and made me realize that life is so much larger than me and some force (God) had been shaping my life all along.
That’s it
Beautiful 🧡
