Have you ever had a day where the unconditional love of God just slaps you in the face with understanding? Today was one of those days for me. This morning I woke up to a message from my son’s dad asking if I had a few minutes to talk. I figured it had to do with my upcoming visit for my grandson’s first birthday, but I was wrong. I was very wrong.
Instead of needing to talk about the joyous occasion of the pending celebration, it was a call to inform me of disturbing news regarding my son. My son made a bad decision while out with friends and because of it, a blemish would be on his record. I didn’t know what to say while I was listening to everything on the other end of the phone. I was in a state of unbelief and denial. Instantly my mind replayed all of the conversations I had with my son of what not to do, and to always call me if he needed anything. Did I always listen to the advice of my mom? No. Of course anytime something happened that she warned me about, I would recall her words very loudly. I’m sure my son was experiencing the same kind of thing that very instant.After I hung up, I just started praying inside and asking God to be with my son. It’s so hard to live in a different state than where your child lives, and you are unable to go to comfort them and make sure they are okay. In that moment, I put my trust in God to watch over him and to minister to him in his time of need, and I went to church. Part of me wanted to stay home and cry and wallow in self despair, but I knew that the best thing I could do for my son and for myself, was to praise God in the storm! So I went, and I worshipped and praised the King of Kings, and the Lord of Lords.These are the times when we can draw closer to the Father’s heart. These are the times when we realize all that He did for us by sending us His son, without spot or blemish, to take up our sins and our unrighteousness and nail them to the cross. These are the times when we know what His unconditional love feels like.Just because my son made a bad decision, it doesn’t make me love him any less than I have since his birth. In fact, I love him more today than I have ever loved him. Just as my Father in heaven loves me unconditionally, my love for my son is unconditional. He doesn’t have to earn my love, he already has it, and he will never loose it. Nothing he can ever do will make me love him any less. Do I agree with all of his choices? Absolutely not! Do I get mad at him sometimes? Of course! Do I stop loving him? NEVER.