...lessons from my daughter.
We have been working with Charleigh on signing so that its easier for her to communicate with us. It hasn't been very successful, but I still try to use some of the signs that we know or made up while talking to her. I made up one where I point to myself, draw a heart on my chest and then point to her while telling her that I love her.
At first when I started doing this I would get a big grin out of her. Now when I do it she will sometimes still get that same grin and then point to herself. Her mom keeps trying to teach her to say it back, but I honestly wouldn't care if she did, I just want her to know that I love her, that she can find comfort and rest in that. When I see her point to herself I think to myself that she knows she is an object of her father's affection.
I want her to grow up confident in the fact that she has two parents who love her no matter what and that there is a God in heaven that loves her even more than either of us could ever imagine.
I have been told that having children gives you a new perspective on God. And I have to admit that it does. I just wish that it was easier to form that identity in my heart and mind that I'm an object of affection to God (like my daughter seems to have when it comes to her parents). There's no bigger testament to his love than the Jesus death, burial, and resurrection. Yet when He says He loves me, I don't grin and point to myself, secure in that knowledge. Sometimes I struggle in accepting that love and grace. Sometimes I doubt his delight in me. I'm kinda jealous of my daughter in all honesty.
I have a lot to learn, and I'm glad He has blessed us with our daughter to reveal more of Himself to us...to me!
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