I’ve been trying to understand some things. If I’m God’s child, His beloved, a new creation in Christ, then WHY do I struggle so? Why is my flesh so weak, and why do I seem to rely on my own strength so much, if I am truly the temple of the Holy Spirit and have been given everything I need for life and godliness? Why do I not walk in more victory?
God has been bringing many answers for these questions although they aren’t little short answers, and they haven’t all come at once or all come from one experience or source. And I am not all there yet in my understanding. It’s a little like God is a collage artist, giving me the answers in scraps and pieces…all layered together beautifully. I am not going to try to tell you about all of those little scraps and pieces. But I am going to tell you about one…
While praying and meditating upon the resurrection of Christ and all that it accomplished, I had an epiphany that seemed like a rose opening right before my eyes. Here is what I understood: There will be a day when we will go to Bulgaria, and we will go to our boy’s orphanage and tell him that we love him and want him to be our son. We will be with him for a few days, love on him, try to help him believe that he is ours. We will go to court and pay the price to make him legally our child. Then we will leave him with assurances that we will return. We will tell him that he is ours and that we are only going away for a little while to get ready for him to come home. In some ways, after we leave, not much will change for him. He will still live in the same place and see the same people and wear the same clothes and eat the same food. He will probably still feel alone and wonder if we will really be back for him. But if he is able to remember our words and our faces and find faith in us and in the promise we have left with him, it will be different for him. He will know that he is no longer an orphan. He is a son. And then, oh, happy day, when we return! We will take him home to be our son in fullness!
Sound familiar? This is just what God did and is doing for me. He made me legally his child. He paid the price. He came to tell me that he loves me and will return for me. He is preparing an eternal home for me. And if I can remember his words and his face and his promise and find faith in him, it makes ALL the difference in the world. I am now his daughter, but there is even more to come…oh, happy day!
Number My Days Aright 