A Fathers Love

This morning I was holding my 2 week old daughter in my hands and looking at her perfect little face watching her miniature hand reach up and try to grab my face, she had a faint smile playing on the corner of her lips. In that moment I promised to never let anything hurt her, I vowed to always provide for her and be gentle, tender and always treat her with all the love I have. I don't think she could comprehend all the feelings that were gushing through me even if she were mature enough to understand my language. No doubt in the future there will be times when we don't understand each other, where we get frusterated and where we will cause each other great amounts of pain. Yet no matter what happens or what space comes between us, she will always be my daughter and my love for her will never be diminished. The beauty of this thought is that I am an imperfect man bound by the confinements of my fallen human race. Imagine how great this love could be if it came from a perfect Father who is bound by nothing. A father whose words, actions and even motives can not be questioned by anyone or anything.