Going to see the lambs was a rare treat. I was only about six the first time I remember it. Grandad’s market garden bordered a farm that came to life every Spring. Lambs bounced and bleated, and kept going back to Mum for safety and snacks. Oh the noise! Who’d be a mother… all that patient care, feeding ravenous little throats, being jumped on, barged, butted and bounced. And lambs are even worse!
We often use the Bible picture of God as our Father, the best of all possible fathers.
Perhaps we should remember sometimes that God “mothers” us as well: caring, wiping our noses and our tears, providing all we need for life and growth.
There is a reward for such patience. Watching little ‘uns grow up to be strong and capable, loving and mature. If our Mums find such reward alongside the heartache, think how God feels when we start to grow up. God enjoys our youthful antics, sharing smiles and belly-laughs; and rejoices when we are able to stand firm in love, mature enough to be that Love to others.
Think on that. At various points in your life (and mine) God has watched over us- and smiled in satisfied contentment. Our love rewards Divine patience. As children of God, we receive Love- and give it back. God is smiling with us even when we take Love for granted and demand our share: and possibly more! We are young. But we will grow up- and that is reward in itself.