Start children off on the way they should go,
and even when they are old they will not turn from it.
Proverbs 22:6

Do you ever think about the cost of being a parent?

How much it costs to house our children, and for all of the clothes on their backs.

The cost of their schooling, and each and every meal?

Waking up early, Saturday after Saturday to mow the lawn, so you could rush off to another game or recital?

Did you ever wish you could just sleep in?

What about those sleepless nights when they were sick, or when they were new borns awake every few hours to to be held and fed.

And those teenager years, OOHHHH the teenage years?

If you were asked to do it all again, would you question why?

Maybe even think,’How could I, the cost is too great!’

Perhaps you didn’t grow up with a father. And craved the love of one. Perfect or imperfect, it wouldn’t matter.

We have a Father that designed, created and loved us…perfectly!

A Father that loved us and watched our every game and held us in our sleepless nights.

Stuart Townsend wrote the song, “How Deep The Father’s Love For Us” while pondering the question: What it cost our heavenly Father to give up His Son for his own sin.

The cost was so great, yet God didn’t question.

How deep the Father’s love for us.

It was His plan.

As we celebrate our earthly fathers next week, let’s pray that everything we do points to The Father’s love of His Son. Remembering with a grateful heart, the cost of being a Father.

How deep The Father’s Love For Us.
How deep the Father’s love for us, How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son,To make a wretch His treasure
How great the pain of searing loss,The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the Chosen One, Bring many sons to glory
Behold the man upon a cross, My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice,Call out among the scoffers
It was my sin that held Him there, Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life, I know that it is finished
I will not boast in anything, No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ, His death and resurrection
Why should I gain from His reward? I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart, His wounds have paid my ransom

Why should I gain from His reward?

I cannot give an answer

But this I know with all my heart, His wounds have paid my ransom

Stuart Townend