I’m aware that God has revealed himself most clearly through the image of a father in the pages of scripture (although God does employ some maternal images). But I’m able to savour a glimpse of God’s heart through the lens of this image of my several month old self, held, nuzzled and loved by my mother. I’m able to see the steady gaze of the Lord’s grace through it.
On birthdays (and it was mine today) we remember the when of a life; but far better to know the why of your life.
Well, look at the picture – I am the beloved.