Our two youngest sons wondered if their names might still be there (although we had assured them that they would not be). Of course, their names were long gone, washed away by wind and wave, and trampled under the feet of beach goers who had since arrived on the scene.
But that mattered little to them for the beach wasn’t the only place where we had written their names. Daily kindnesses and encouragements let them know that each of them has their name indelibly etched into our hearts. So also has the entrusting of responsibility to them and the accountability that we require of them that show them that they are neither a mere “hobby” nor burdensome “duty” to us. Even the boundaries that we set for them remind them that we are more than passive observers of their growing up, but are active participants as mentors, providers, encouragers, and guardians (physically and spiritually).
Although their parents aren’t perfect, they sense that they are loved and can find comfort in knowing that neither the waves nor winds of circumstances, or even the comings and goings of people throughout life can alter that love.
But there is a far greater love than ours at work in their lives. It is a love that is accessible to anyone whose heart would soften enough to believe and receive it. It is a love that does not grow old or weak no matter how much time passes. It does not wash away even though a thousand years pass by. It certainly is not at the mercy of winds of change or waves of whim. It is a love so powerful and so enduring that even though you might feel lost in the throngs of the human race, one among half a dozen billion people currently alive or in the countless generations since our world began, you are singled out to be set free from bonds of sin, fear, and hopelessness if only you will turn to Him and rest in that love.
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