Written several years ago while watching a family interact in a busy airport terminal.
Parental love is firm. It rebukes and confronts in spite of personal discomfort. It rebukes again.
Parental love is patient. It explains that which should be obvious. And then it explains again.
Parental love is gracious. It forgives the failure that bespeaks hopeless stupidity. And it forgives again.
Parental love is understanding. It stoops to soothe the irrational fear. It bothers to comfort the petty hurt. Over and over again.
Parental love is the realm of the pastor, the parent, the counsellor, the mentor. Parental love is undeserved and usually unacknowledged.
Of all things the human heart may experience, parental love is most God-like.
Grace to you.