Well, not literally. But as I’ve said earlier, all language about God has got to be metaphorical. We just can’t get our head or our words around all of who He is, so we describe Him by coming at Him from different directions, each new perspective offering a metaphor that somehow all adds up to show a better bigger picture of who He is.
And breastfeeding is one of those metaphors.
The prophet Isaiah writes,
Yet Jerusalem says, “The Lord has deserted us;Isaiah 49:14-5
the Lord has forgotten us.”
“Never! Can a mother forget her nursing child?
Can she feel no love for the child she has borne?
But even if that were possible,
I would not forget you!
If you’ve never had much experience with breastfeeding this idea can be a bit weird. And even if you have, it can still be a bit weird. God’s like that.
I found myself explaining this metaphor to a bible college student during a season when I had my own little breastfed baby, and the revelation of God that it opened up for me was both powerful and precious.
When God provides what we need, he doesn’t do it from a distance, he does it up close, personal, intimately involved. It’s not a packed lunch he sends us off into the world with, instead it’s nurture that we receive only when we are cuddled right up in his arms. And it’s not something that someone else prepared and he’s just feeding us with (like formula I guess), it’s food from his very self. He feeds us with himself. Oh my.
Sometimes I’m asking God to serve me up what I want/need and let me eat it in peace. Where instead he is inviting me into his embrace, because with that food comes comfort and intimate connection.