Who sat and watched my infant head
When sleeping in my cradle bed
And tears of sweet affection shed?
My Mother
God gave a deep thought to how he chose to create us. His choice? To create us in his own image, after his likeness (Genesis 1:26). Have you ever considered the full extent of this act? We are God’s reflection; we carry and exhibit God’s attributes. As innate, deep, and immense a mother’s love is, it is but a teeny-weeny fragment of its source - God. “My Mother” by Ann Taylor - a poem that aptly describes a mother’s selfless love, her sympathetic nature, and the extent she will go to protect her children and see them thrive is but a resemblance of God’s love for mankind.
How sweet and empowering is this knowledge that God’s love far outweighs a mother’s love. This allows us to rest easy, knowing that God’s got our back no matter what. To drive this point home, God asks in Isaiah 49:15: can a mother forget her nursing child? Can she feel no love for the child she has borne? In recognition of human failings and the possibility that this scenario can occur, God pressed on with the assurance that he would not forget us as he has written our names on the palms of his hands. Yes, our names are written on the palms of God’s hands. Those hands that are powerful, mighty, and able to satisfy the desire of every living thing.
What further assurance of God’s love do we require especially after the completed work of grace that day on the cross. That special day that tore the temple curtains into two, granting us direct access to God. So, when next you feel unloved and long for a mother’s embrace, remember there is a greater love you can access if only you will take the bold steps to initiate a relationship with God. He is waiting patiently for us to run into his embrace and to partake of the bounties he has in store for us.