When Ryan was born I was surprised by the depth and strength of my love for him. I knew I was going to love him but actually the magnitude of it was shocking. Parental love is powerful and it drives most of your actions. As a parent my overwhelming love fueled hopes and dreams for my children.
When I had Kelly, I was prepared for this intense ďIíll die for youĒ kind of love and I accepted it but a funny thing happened last week. I received an email from my Mom and here are her opening words:
My what a lovely name...
Do you like your name?
I do and did when we named you Donna.
read that and felt cherished. In fact I kept it in my inbox for
several days and just seeing it there would make me smile. A couple days later I
was talking with Mauriceís mother Pearl and told her about the sinus infection
Maurice had last week and how concerned I was because he was dizzy. She shared
that she always worries because he works so much and there is heart attack risk
on both sides of his family. As I talked with her I could feel how much she
loved him. I put two and two together and realized that I hadnít savored being
loved. Sounds crazy doesnít that? But seriously, I knew I was loved I just
hadnít stopped to appreciate it and wrap that warm feeling around me. Did my
mother or Pearl suddenly start loving us more? No, I simply stopped and felt it
more. Now take one more step in this thought process with me, thereís
someone else who loves me, who has always been there with an overwhelming love.
If you havenít figured it out, click here and listen to this song.
is a God who loves me
Who wraps me in His arms..." - Michael Gungor