The Spirit you received does not make you slaves, so that you live in fear again; rather, the Spirit you received brought about your adoption to sonship. And by him we cry, "Abba, Father."
As the evening winds down and our granddaughter, Virginia Rose's, bedtime draws near, I keep a close eye on the clock. The last time Danny and I had her over to spend the night, we allowed her to stay up later than her parents would permit. That made for one tired little girl in the morning, and we don't want a repeat performance as we have a busy Saturday planned. (Details to come in next Tuesday's post!)
Dutifully, I make sure Virginia brushes her teeth and changes into her pajamas, and leave ample time for a bedtime story and prayers before declaring lights-out. I retreat to our bedroom to do the same. When I reemerge into the dining room, this is the scene that greets me.
Seeing Virginia, snuggled up with the Papa she adores, as they view a cooking show on the computer, melts my heart. Bedtime or no bedtime, I decide I'm not going to be the one to break up these tender moments of warmth, security and love.
I close my eyes. A tear escapes. For when I am troubled, fearful, tired, or sad, I often picture myself as a little girl, crawling up into Jesus' lap, and being held in His strong, reassuring embrace. I may be a Gammie on the outside, but on the inside is a child who longs for the love and comfort of my Father.
Every day, I give thanks to Him who adopted me and calls me His own.
And never says, "No," when I ask to climb up in His lap.
When you look at your reflection in the mirror, do you see the child of God that you are?
Prayer: Abba, Father, we give thanks for Your Son, our Savior, Jesus, who reconciled us to You through His death on a cross, where He took our every sin away and made it possible for us to be Your sons and daughters. May we ever remember that we are Your beloved children. In Jesus' name, we pray. Amen.