I love you because you are patient.
You are a patient father, bearing all things. That’s what love does, right? Endures and waits hopefully.
I could say that it’s easy for you to be patient. You have all the time in the world (figuratively and literally). It also helps that you’re all knowing, so you’re never anxious about anything, or the outcome of anything.
But, your patience is so precious because it gives room for me:
Room to stumble
Room to wrestle
Room to fess up
Room to turn back
Room to learn
And at the very top of this list, I realize that your patience gave room for me to be saved.
You are that father who patiently waits for his child to come home, while also providing the path that leads home 🤍
“What man of you, having a hundred sheep, if he has lost one of them, does not leave the ninety-nine in the open country, and go after the one that is lost, until he finds it? And when he has found it, he lays it on his shoulders, rejoicing. And when he comes home, he calls together his friends and his neighbors, saying to them, ‘Rejoice with me, for I have found my sheep that was lost.’
Just so, I tell you, there will be more joy in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who need no repentance.”
Luke 15:4-7 ESV