But we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies. Romans 8:23
I have been adopted, technically, into God’s family and nothing can ever erase the fact that I am now His daughter. But there is coming a day when I will go home with Him and He will make it public.
It’s as if I’m still in the orphanage (Earth) and a letter arrived (the Bible) that has announced that I have been chosen. I’ve been paid for, my every need supplied, and the promise of my deliverance has been verified with a signature and a seal. I’m just waiting for the day when I can see the face of my Father, when I can be dressed in white and take part in the ceremony where He makes it public.
When a Roman child was adopted, there was a party where the adoption was made public. All of the family’s friends were invited. A great feast was given. The father would present his new son with tearful speeches and much celebration. The son would sit in a place of honor. He would see and hear his dream of his new status come true.
This is the picture Paul paints.
- Now, I know the party is coming. One day, it will be reality.
- Now, the Spirit of God whispers words of love. One day, the words will be audible and the face of my Savior will afford a tangible look and lasting memory.
For now, I rest in the promise of that day and it brings me strength.
I am never lost. I am yours. When I need reassurance, I listen to Your whispers and read Your words. Build in me solid hope for what ‘is’. Amen