God’s love is unconditional. And for many years I don’t think I knew what that meant. But now I know.
I know because I have a daughter. And while I’m not sure I can say that I had this unconditional love feeling from day one, I know that I have it now.
I know because she’s 2. And she does toddler things, like pushes me away when I try to hug her and kiss her. She says “No, daddy,” as she hits me. And currently her favorite person on earth is mommy. When I say that I can help her put her shoes on, she says, “No, mommy do it!”
And this hurts my feelings on the inside. It makes me sad that Rooney won’t let me help her, and it makes me sad to see Kelsey exhausted having to do nearly everything for a clingy little girl.
But as she pushes and screams and hits me, day after day and time after time, I feel God whispering to me, “See, that’s unconditional love.” She does those things to me, and I sit back and think to myself… You won’t win. You’ll never do anything to make me love you any less. My love for you is not based on the conditions with which you treat me.