Whispering it, declaring it, or sharing it, I can't get over reminding my new daughter how much I love her, especially when I am doing things she does not understand or particularly enjoy.
Like every time I attempt to trim her fingernails.
I hold her close and take her hands in mine. I caress her head and whisper that sweet assurance without ceasing: "I love you, Natalie." She twists and squirms and affirms her disgust with her whimpers. I continue on, steadying my hand. And I remind her, "I love you, Natalie."
Even as I begin to chip away at her nails (by God's grace, without drawing blood), it seems to be her nature to twist and turn. I press on, all the while reminding her that it is because I love her that I do what is best for her. My nail trimming or discipline and instruction in the future is not in spite of my love, but the (imperfect) fulfillment of my love for her.
And I will do it all with the reminder that I love her.
The most beautiful thing I anticipated and am experiencing as a new parent is the imperfect lens we get to use to marvel at our perfect Heavenly Father.
How deep the Father's love for us! How vast beyond all measure! That He should give His only Son to make a wretch (us) His treasure!
Please remember, dear friends, that every word in Scripture, every detail of God's design, every law set out, every punishment given, and every punishment fulfilled in the death of Christ, and every command He extends until His return was done because of His love for us and ultimately and supremely for the glory of His Name.