If a wild life photographer stuck their camera into the bush to take a picture of baby robins, they would open their mouths without opening their eyes. They are so used to having mama robin feed them whenever the branches moved that they wouldn’t even look to see who (or what) was causing the disturbance.
This is the kind of trust that loving mothers instill in their children. That is the kind of mom I am blessed to have. Growing up, I could eat whatever food she put on the table without fear that it would harm me. Although she made me eat things I didn’t like, I knew she did so because they were good for me. If she cared only about what was easy for her, she would have let me eat less than nutritious food. No matter what Mom told me to do, or not to do, I knew she had my best interest in mind. She wasn’t trying to keep me from having fun; she was trying to protect me from being hurt. That is the kind of relationship we have with God, who compared Himself to a mother: