And When I Think That God His Son Not Sparing...

As we enter another round of teething, we have had lots of middle of the night, tearful wake-ups. They break my heart. Lately, the number one thing that comforts Gunner is being swayed in my arms while I sing hymns to him. Don't get me wrong, I love me a modern worship song but there's just something about the words to hymns. 

"When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul."

"So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it some day for a crown."

"Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all."

"Just as I am, and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot,
To Thee whose blood can cleanse each spot,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come."

But his current favorite? "How Great Thou Art." It makes me happy because it's one of my favorites too. It's the verse that quiets him that really gets to me though...

"And when I think that God his son not sparing,
Sent him to die - I scarce can take it in,
That on the cross my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away my sin." 

And there's something so heart wrenching about him calming to those words. I'm holding his warm, little body and singing about my God that gave up His own son; and as Gunner's body relaxes, my eyes well up in tears at the thought of ever having to give him up. Becoming a mother has made the gift of Jesus even more real to me. 

I have no poetic words to end this post with. No deep revelation. And I think that's okay. Because the gift of Jesus is simple. And our God is amazing. That's all I really need to know.

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