Okay, I realize I’m delinquent in announcing the long awaited birth of Baby Blaine – my very first grand. I stand guilty as charged by my faithful readers who have scolded me soundly for my omission.
He’s two weeks old today and cute as a newborn porcupine (have you ever seen one? They really are cute!) and not nearly as prickly.
As I shower the little fellow with baby kisses all over his pink scrunchy face, I can’t help but be reminded of Papa God’s love for us, His precious children.
He loves to cover us with kisses too – little intimate caresses of affirmation and affection born of His overflowing love, grace, and mercy for us.
Grace kisses. Yep. That’s what they are.
We can’t earn them and certainly don’t deserve them. No more than Baby Blaine did anything to deserve all the love lavished on him because … well, just because. He’s one of us. Part of the family. More than just accepted, he’s beloved simply because of who he is, not for anything he’s done or will do.
And if I stop my frantic pace long enough to focus, I can actually imagine curling up into my Heavenly Father’s big ole lap and feel His arms encircle my tense body and envelop me in His sublime tenderness.
Ahhh. So nice.
So I hope you’ll take a moment today and bask in the warmth of Papa God’s grace kisses all over your scrunchy face. Relax. Enjoy. Can you feel His soft, loving lips caress your forehead? Be still and know that you are loved.
Bob Beatty says
just thought you'd get a chuckle out of the fact that Tyler's nickname is Scrunchie b/c of how scrunchy of a baby she was (face, arms, body, toes, etc.)