After that, Black said, the love went out of his life. He was passed from relative to relative, all wanting to cash in on his death benefits but not the least interested in Black. He went without food, without love, without all the things a child should have, and he built a wall around his soul.

 

His one love was for books, but even that love wasn't strong enough to keep him out of gangs, away from dealing drugs, off of the addictive stuff he sold for a living. Things spiraled worse year by year until the flicker of hope in his soul was gone. Until his baby girl was born. He looked in her face, he said, and the walls around his soul came down. Fast-forward to 2003 – Black's first book is being published and he's telling his life story on the radio. Now, he says, no one can say his life didn't amount to anything. The power of a baby … to tear down walls and build bridges to the future.

 

Black felt it; I bet you have, too. That baby-love in our souls is God-given, which is why you find it in every culture. It's why I am amazed to see parents at the park, the church nursery, the grocery store, who are as in love with their children as I am with mine. This love is universal. It is inherited from our own true Parent, the One who conceived of us as He planned the world: "Long before he laid down earth's foundations, he had us in mind, had settled on us as the focus of his love, to be made whole and holy by his love. Long, long ago he decided to adopt us into his family through Jesus Christ. "--   Ephesians 1:4-5, The Message

 

Maybe baby-love can shape your vision of Easter this year. Imagine how the greatest of all baby-love was beating in the Father's chest, driving Him to consider the one unthinkable option—sacrificing Jesus—in order to bring his little ones home. We are the ones the Father longed to adopt, the ones he made "the focus of his love." Can you believe He adores you? Adores you as you do your own child—and even more? Delights in your existence, your smile, your life? And He's so glad you were born, even if it was His idea to begin with.

 

Powerful stuff, this baby-love. And you are the object of His love … baby.

 

Pamela McClure lives in Franklin, Tennessee, with her husband, son and Jack Russell Terrier. The dog has been demoted in importance since the birth of Max, almost two years ago. The dog seems relieved.