Thursday, May 18, 2017
Not infrequently the Bible depicts God as a mother.
What can a mom teach us about God?
Mom, like God, gave me birth, trained me, raised me, provided for me and loved me. Yet . .
“Yet it was I who taught Ephraim to walk, I who took them up in my arms; but they did not know that I healed them. I led them with cords of human kindness, with bands of love. I was to them like those who lift infants to their cheeks. I bent down to them and fed them.” Hosea 11:3-4
“You were unmindful of the Rock that bore you; you forgot the God who gave you birth.” Deuteronomy 32:18
Taking mom for granted, Taking God for granted
After almost seven decades of life I still think of all the ways that I have taken my mom for granted. To this day I think of the many ways my mother was there for me and the multitude of ways that she selflessly gave herself to me, served me and loved me . . . and I think of how I received it all . . . .ungratefully.
One memory I have is of mom picking me up after high school sports practices. It felt to me like she was always the last parent to arrive! I would sit there and stew. ‘Why is she always so late!’, I would think. “Where is she? . . why am I always the last one to be picked up? . . . every other mom is on time!” Everything in me was focused on me, my inconvenience, never giving a single thought to all the things that my mom had to negotiate in order to be there every single practice not just to bring me home, but also to bring me home to a meal that she had prepared for her family (in my mind, me!). I was painfully ungrateful for her faithfulness to me.
What goes around comes around. Decades later one of our children would say to Kathy and me, “pick me up at such and such a time and don’t be late!” Who does she think she is? She’s acting like our faithfulness to her is her birthright! Ouch!
As I look back, my entire life is simply the story of God’s faithfulness to me, regardless of my ingratitude. “I have been carried on eagles wings my entire life and I am so grateful that God has given me the gift of recognizing that while I’m still alive. It is wonderfully humbling.
“Thank you, Lord, for your faithful love. Thank you for the wonderful picture you have given me of Your already carrying me when my finite mind thinks I’m somehow in need of being picked up. What at thought . . . that I am always carried on your ‘eagle’s wings”, that I’m always on your heart and mind and always living in your constant provision. Incredible, undeserved, unearned, unmerited, yet true. I love You. Amen”