Life Lessons: Because He’s Mine

“It [what Cor did] wasn’t much, but he’s just mine and I love him.”

When I said that this week, it kind of hit me across the face.

I can’t tell you how long I’ve had trouble coming to grips with the Father part of God’s description. Put whatever adjective in front of it you want–everlasting, loving, perfect–but I have always had a hard time understanding. Much less fully accepting and believing it. But, a few nights ago, it hit me.

Cor and I were sitting on the floor, snuggled up:

And, like I said, he didn’t do much, just shifted positions, but it melted my heart.

He’s just mine, and I love him; not because of anything he did, simply because I chose to. I don’t know how else to explain it.

I’ll be sitting in the car crocheting, and he comes over and lays down across my legs. What do I do? I stop crocheting and snuggle him.

He’ll lay on top of me:

And I let him. I don’t move. I just lie there and do nothing. And I’m okay with that.

He voices his opinion that I’ve crocheted too much and should pay him more attention by stealing my hook.

What do I do? I laugh and take pictures.

He curls up next to my feet at church rather than under or behind my legs, and I have to take a picture before I direct him back after the singing.

He moves during church and I can’t help but smile and snap another as I never stop listening to the pastor.

We meet with friends and I have to stop myself from regaling them with how he’s doing unless they ask.

He curls up with Dad or anyone else–simply living his life normally–and I snap pictures.

I read something recently:

If you want to know what someone can’t live without, watch what they photograph.

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Friends, the truth of that hit me this week.

I never thought you could love someone this much. I love my family like I breathe, of course, but with Cor… can you love someone so much it hurts just because… they’re yours?

I never thought so–that people were always exaggerating when they talked about that. And when people said that “nothing you could do could make me love you less”? Couldn’t be true. Impossible. 

But…

“He’s just mine and I love him.”

So the fact that God could love me just because… He chose to? Because he made me in my mother’s womb? For nine long months before delivering me into a world for a plan He had for me since the beginning of time?

Could it be possible?

…I suppose, maybe?

Something to think about, and, probably, change my worldview on that. 

Why?

Because I was not born to fail.

💜And neither were you💜

Lauryn

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