Wednesday, April 6, 2011

We Are All Babies


The other day, I was reading a friend's blog. I hope she doesn't mind me sharing this. She has narcolepsy (for starters) which keeps her from doing all that she wants to do. She was talking to someone about how discouraging this is for her. Especially when she compares herself to her siblings, whom she greatly admires. He asked her to list the things she does that give her worth. She started listing some things. He stopped her and asked her what value babies have. They can't do ANYTHING. They need someone to do everything for them. Do they have value? What do they do that gives them worth?
Sweet baby Sophie
When I read this, it hit me so powerfully. I have value, not because of the things I do everyday, not because of my talents, not because of anything, really. I have value because I am a daughter of God. I am His. Nothing more. Of course. I love my children not because they are adorable or because they're smart or because of anything else. I would love them even if they weren't any of those things. I love them, they have value to me, because they are mine. They have value to the Lord because they are His. Nothing more. We are all babies. We are all His babies.

6 comments:

Barbara said...

I love that JESSICA!

Stacey said...

Thank you Jess. I needed to hear this. You are the best!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Joanie said...

Jess, What a beautiful post. Thank you for sharing this wonderful insight!
Love you,

Julie said...

*tear* LOVED IT!

APete said...

Thank you for sharing. I have to admit, I feel that way about babies (What do they do? I want a two-year old, not a baby!). But I needed to hear that because I feel so useless, and I'm tired of it. It will just take a while to sink in.

Tracie said...

this is something that will stick with me forever now - why had I never thought of it like that?! I have often thought that the love I have for my kids must be the same heavenly father feels for me, but I never thought about the fact that I don't need to be the perfect mom/wife/church member/friend/daughter/etc because he loves me just because I'm His. Why do we feel like His love is conditional, even though we know it isn't? Thanks!!