“Who shall separate us from the love of Christ?” (Romans 8:35a).
I enjoyed reading all the comments about living with little ones last week after Johanna’s review of “Loving the Little Years.” The words of an old hymn by Isaac Watts came to mind as I read the comments – a song we sing in our church, a song that I especially love.
Now shall my inward joys arise, and burst into a song;
Almighty love inspires my heart, and pleasure tunes my tongue.
God on his thirsty Zion-hill some mercy-drops has thrown,
And solemn oaths have bound his love to show’r salvation down.
Why do we then indulge our fears, suspicions and complaints?
Is he a God, and shall his grace grow weary of his saints?
Can a kind woman e’er forget the infant of her womb,
And ‘mongst a thousand tender thoughts her suckling have no room?
Yet, saith the Lord, should nature change, and mothers monsters prove,
Zion still dwells upon the heart of everlasting love.
Deep on the palms of both my hands I have engrav’d her name;
My hands shall raise her ruin’d walls, and build her broken frame.
What a beautiful reminder of God’s great love for us – greater even than a mother’s deep love for her baby. Jesus laid down His life for us. He delights in us. He has engraved our names on the palms of His hands. Nothing can separate us from His love. Nothing.
I am safe in His love. I can trust Him and move on in grateful obedience.
P. S. Today is my “baby’s” 18th birthday! Happy birthday, Susannah, and thanks for letting me use your sweet picture of Johanna and Victoria. I love you lots!
Here’s the song, if you’d like to hear it.