When it comes to Jesus loving us, we often compare that love to a parent’s love for their child. We don’t yell at our babies when they fall while learning to walk. We just encourage them. I’ve recently come to believe there’s a much better comparison than human babies. We recently rescued a dog litter of 11 puppies. They are adorbies! And they are messy. They sleep in an indoor crate at night, and we let them outside for their morning bathroom break and frolic.
This morning, at 5am, they subtly let the whole house know they needed to go potty. When I let them out, 10 of them ran pell mell to the door and outside. But my puppy, Basil, came out, looked around, and pooped on the floor before sauntering outside. “Basil,” I sighed. “Seriously.” My 16-year-old daughter, Rayna, shuffles jammy-clad into the room yawning, “They’re just puppies, dad.” She then proceeded to clean up the mess.
I believe we are so much more like indoor-pooping puppies than human babies. We make such badly timed and huge messes. Yet, God is a gentle, patient, and kind father to us. He cleans up our messes and lovingly calls us to come to Him. Now, if only we were more like puppies when it comes to receiving His love.
