Fifty-seven years ago today, I delivered my first child, a son.  What an experience!  What did I know about being a parent?   Absolutely nothing. But, with the help of God we managed, and he grew.  There were bumps in the road, but I am so proud of the man he has become.  For that I give God the glory.  It was surely not the naïve young parents who brought him into the world.

Eighty-three years ago this summer my mother delivered her first child, a daughter, me.  What an experience that must have been for her!  What did she know about being a parent?  Probably very little.  Yet so many times I was critical of her decisions, her choices, her parenting.  Was she perfect? No.  Was I perfect?  Far from it.  Yet it was so easy to judge rather than forgive. My love for her deepened as I truly forgave what I perceived as her imperfections, and I hope that she forgave mine.

As Paul says in Ephesians 4:32, “Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you.”

God’s unconditional love for you and for me is such a precious gift.  Let us share it generously.

Judy