I am Loved

The blog below is something I wrote about 8 months ago in my personal journal. I thought I would post it today because it is always great to be reminded of how much each one of us is loved.

Enjoy!

The minute she was born I felt it….a pure, warm feeling in 
m

e. Like nothing I have ever felt before. The word

‘Indescribable' describes it best

Izzy was born a little after midnight following 27 hours of 
intense (for lack of a more intense word) labor. For the 
next 6 weeks she struggled to latch on to nurse and oh 
if only there were words to describe the pain associated 
with that. She is yet to sleep through the night and feels 
like the lights being off means someone needs to be 
singing to her for as long as it is dark…and no, it cannot 
be any kind of recording. She is 9 months old now and to 
date has never gone to sleep without putting on a fight. 
She already has an idea of how things should go in her 
life and will fight you tooth and nail to keep it that way. 
At this very moment she lies next to me, sleeping like an 
angel. Unbeknownst to a stranger is the 30 minute high 
pitch screaming, vicious wriggling and hair pulling that 
preceded this peaceful slumber. Yet as I look at her that, 
now all too familiar, feeling returns. The pure, warm, 
indescribable feeling of love. Not because she is perfect 
but because she is mine.

I close my eyes and think of how God feels the same 
way about me. Izzy’s strong gene of stubbornness is from 
no stranger.  I have failed Him many a times. I have 
refused to rest in His peace insisting on controlling 
everything on my life. I have been unkind, unloving and 
unwise. The grown up version of my 9 month old. 
Yet, the bible says He loves me so. Not because I am the 
perfect child but because I am His.

My eyes still closed, I rest like a child. I am His. I am loved.