I learned a lesson today. We had communion tonight at church and the Lord brought something to my attention about His sacrifice on the cross.
About a week ago, I was all set to give blood for my son, Davin's surgery. I had never given blood before and I have not had a needle for quite a long time and I really found myself fretting about this. It was not something I voiced, but kept thinking about it and getting nervous about. Finally, I talked to myself and let myself know that my son was about to undergo much more than this little needle. It was the least I could do. The very least.
I have always thought I love my kids A LOT. I mean a whole lot. I have devoted my life to them from the minute that my oldest daughter was born. I think if you asked anyone who knows me, they would tell you that I am a mother through and through and that I love my kids. And yet, here I was struggling with doing such a little thing for Davin because of fear. It would never have kept me from giving blood for him, but I certainly had to calm myself down several times.
So, tonight the Lord brought this to my mind as we were having communion and I realized how little I love. I have always thought that the parent/child relationship is so reflective of our relationship with our heavenly father. But, is it really? Could it ever be? The Father was willing to give his son. He had just one son. He knew all that He would go through. Jesus himself was willing to go forward with the Father's plan knowing the incredible pain (much more than a needle) and suffering that He would experience. Wow, I am humbled by what real love is.
John 15:13 Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.