Every day my daughter, Hadassah, wakes me up at approximately 6:30 AM. She wants her morning nummies and a good diaper change. I follow up with a few solid pats on the back to get out the excess gas in her tummy. The unfortunate truth is that the gas seldom comes up alone. Some of that congealed formula seeps its way back to the surface and finds it way onto my face, arm or shoulder…
Yes… I said face…
I’d be lying if I didn’t say it has made its way into my mouth before. I feel my own contents rising at the thought! But I digress.
Every morning, no matter how tired I am, fed up with losing my own time, giving up my energy and rest, there I am. I find myself sitting on the futon in her room, holding a bottle to her little 12 pound body. I get to look down and watch her stare into my eyes like it’s the best moment of her life. She is being held by daddy and getting the nutrition that she cried out for. She gets to feel my tight, gentle embrace and know that I care for her as long as she needs.
As I read the Scriptures I cannot help but think of my parenting as I look at God’s parenting. Though I am just a mere human, we as human beings have many attributes that derive from God. These attributes are what a multitude of scholars call “Imago Dei,” or the Image of God. We all share of these attributes and get the honor of having them. Parenting is a product of our Imago Dei. Due to the interaction of several attributes we are blessed with the ability to parent and raise up our offspring in meaningful and purposeful ways.
So when I read that God is a Father to the fatherless, that I inherited many of his attributes, that He continues to teach me even though I rebel, that He sent His Son to live amongst humanity in order to buy us back from our sin by dying on the cross, and that this very Being upholds the universe by the word of His power. I can see all of this and know that God loves me just as I love my two girls. Except ultimately, the Father can love each of us more than we can love each other.
God formed me in the womb even before my parent’s knew I was in existence. He knows me so well that he knows all the days ordained for me. He loved my form, my soul, my fellowship so much that He died for me so that one day I might accept Him and come into right relationship with Him. One day I will meet Him face-to-face in Heaven or I will live to see Him come back with judgement and righteousness.
In essence, God loves me even when I spit up all over Him. He loves me when I trashed myself with my sin and tainted my spirituality with my own choices.
Just as I look to my little Haddie’s future, guiding her to not regurgitate what she takes in, God is doing the same for me and you. Every day, everyone takes in influences, good and bad. We live in a fallen world and each of us are fallen beings, even as believers. But there comes a time, just as with Hadassah, where we have to stop spitting up what we take in. It’s nasty, it harms us and it doesn’t improve our spirituality or our walk with God. We have to put off our sinful ways and strive towards being like Christ.
Paul calls us to sanctify ourselves and strive towards the perfection that cannot be obtained this side of life. We do this because Christ says that those who genuinely love Him, also desire to abide in Him. Being a Christian doesn’t make you a perfect, sinless person. Being a Christian makes you righteous, because Christ did the initial work by giving you His righteousness. Being a Christian means you admit you are still a sinner and you need God everyday of your life. Embrace this truth and strive to become more like Jesus. Stop spitting up on yourself, others, and Him. I will try my best with you!
 Psalm 68:5
 Genesis 1:26
 John 14:26
 John 1:14; 3:16
 Hebrews 1:3
 Psalm 139:13-15
 Psalm 139:16
 Romans 5:8
 Revelation 21:1-27
 1 Thessalonians 4:16-17
 2 Timothy 2:21; 1 Thessalonians 5:23; 2 Corinthians 5:17-21;
 John 15:1-27