He was grumpy, he disobeyed. He didn’t want to take a nap before his party, he cried, he whined, he said he hated his party, etc, etc.
At one point my husband told me he wanted to cancel the whole deal. “He doesn’t deserve it.” Although I agreed wholeheartedly, I realized that we don’t throw birthday parties for our kids because they deserve it. We do it because we love them.
As I reflected more on this thought while frosting my meager attempt at a cake, I decided I am so thankful that God doesn’t treat me the way I deserve. Like a loving father bestowing a birthday party on a beloved, yet undeserving son, my gracious Heavenly Father gives me good gifts every day that I have no right to. I never deserve them.
In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of his grace, which he lavished upon us, in all wisdom and insight making known to us the mystery of his will, according to his purpose… (Ephesians 1:7-9)