Love keeps no record of wrongs.
~1 Corinthians 13:5

Holding my two-week-old granddaughter in my arms, I remembered how precious my own babies were. I used to look down upon their tiny bodies and marvel at their perfection. I know I was a good mom, but I was also a broken person. My heart ached for all the paths that I wandered down that took me away from who God intended for me to be.

“I loved you anyway,” God whispered as tears came to my eyes.

“What?” I asked.

“I knew you’d break my heart, but I loved you anyway,” God said gently.

“Oh God, you did?” I could barely get the words out.

“Of course. You’re mine. How can I not love my creation?” He answered.

“I’m so sorry for all of my mistakes.”

“I know you are. I’ve forgotten them. I wish you could forget them too,” God said softly.

“Thank you, God,” I whispered. I gazed down upon my sleeping granddaughter, my heart so full of love for her. I thought of God’s love for us— a love I can only appreciate, never fully fathom.

Soul Reminders

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