I am. And a fairly new one, at that.
The amount of love I have for my son cannot be quantified in words. The only way I can attempt to describe it is to say that when I became a father, I was given new emotions that I'd never felt before (and plenty of them).
When I'm away from him, I think about him constantly. I ignore after-work errands so I can get home to him more quickly.
His well-being so captivates my mind that I have developed an anxiety issue which is in some respects a result of my worrying that something might happen to him.
Do you know that feeling?
The thought of harm coming to my son is the worst earthly thought I can imagine. That I would willingly allow harm to come to him is unthinkable.
Do those thoughts ever cross your mind?
God reminds me of His love for us through this avenue.
The God of this universe allowed His beloved son to go through the most terrible form of execution this world had to offer. Willingly. For us.
Truly, an unimaginable love He has for us.