Father’s Day
Yesterday
was Father’s Day. Reflecting on the day
when we went to the Children’s Home Society to meet our daughter for the first
time brings tears to my eyes. As we
stood by the crib and gazed at her with full hearts my husband said, “Hey baby
this is your daddy.” Oh how my heart swells with joy every time I think of that
day.
My heavenly
Father knew me as I was being formed in my mother’s womb never taking His eyes
off me from the moment of conception. Surely He also said “Hey baby this is
your Abba.” It took me 33 years to
realize He is truly my Abba. When I look
back I can see during those 33 years, although I was not aware of it, He kept
me in the palm of His hands. How
grateful I am that the Father’s love has lead, guided, and comforted me all
these years. Thank you that now I have
ears to hear those words and rejoice that I am His chosen daughter. There was great expense in our adopting our
daughter. Jesus gave His life to choose
me. There are no words to express how grateful
I am to be His chosen child.
Galatians 4
4:7 But when the fullness of the time came, God
sent forth His Son, born of a woman, born under the Law so that He might redeem
those who were under the Law, that we might receive the adoption as sons. Because you are sons, God has sent forth the
Spirit of His Son into our hearts, crying, “Abba! Father!” Therefore you are no
longer a slave but a son; and if a son, then an heir through God.
