No need for fear.....Yesterday I was at our regional hospital for routine blood work and while there I observed that there were many different people in the waioting room. That may sound stupid but what I mean to say is there was a real diversity of folks waiting to have the needle stuck in their arms and it made me think about a truth from the WORD OF GOD. And I will get to that truth in a minute.
I also observed that there were two young children, one a little girl, she would not be over two years of age and both mommy and daddy were there with her. And I could not help but think how refreshing to see both parents with this little one; not just mom. Thank God for moms but thank God for dads as well. And in another corner of the waiting room was a little boy probably five or six years old and he was with grandma and I could not help but notice he was a real handful; bouncing from chair to chair.....you know the picture. I felt compassion for both these children because I knew that they were going to get the needle. THE LITTLE GIRL WAS THE FIRST and I braced myself as I expected to hear some crying, maybe even screeching as they put the needle in her arm. However there was none of that and before long she emerged with mommy and daddy, one on each hand. It really was a beautiful sight as she walked away with her little shoulders squared oozing confidence and dignity. I thought as they walked across the open area towards the staircase, atta girl! What a good attitude for such a little one.
And then it was the six year old boy's turn to go in to the inner sanctum; where they take the blood. There was weeping and wailing and maybe even some gnashing of teeth soon to be heard coming from that room...quite different from the little girl. But soon he too emerged from the lab seemingly no worse for the wear. However the same degree of confidence and dignity just wasn't apparent.
This brings me to the truth found in the book of Romans that was written by the Apostle Paul. It is found in chapter 8 verses14 & 15: "For as many as are led by the Spirit of God, yhese are the sons of God.(Daughters implied also)For you did not receive the spirit of bondage again to fear, but you received the Spirit of adoption by whom we cry out, "Abba, Father."This Greek word Abba has been likened to our term Daddy. And we can have confidence that our heavenly Daddy has us in His care and His hand is holding ours like that mommy and daddy held onto their little girls hand. I couldn't help but notice the contrast in the two situations and I can think of some thirty and forty and fifty...even sixty and seventy year old "kids" who weep and wail and gnash their teeth every time a little trial comes along, a little blood test maybe and I also wonder if they are living in a soirit of bondage to fear when God has made the provision for them to live without that fear and selfishness, parinoia all the time. He has given us the Spirit of adoption so that we can cry out to our heavenly "Daddy"to help in time of need instead of weeping and wailing or worse.....grumbling and complaining! That little girl exemplified to me what the difference is when we let Jesus rule and reign in our lives. I am grateful that I was there in that waiting room that day and had the privelege to observe the things I saw, especially that tough but tiny little trooper. Remember we have a heavenly "Daddy" who cares for us and He won't allow anything that comes our way to hurt us as long as we keep our hand in His.
I also observed that there were two young children, one a little girl, she would not be over two years of age and both mommy and daddy were there with her. And I could not help but think how refreshing to see both parents with this little one; not just mom. Thank God for moms but thank God for dads as well. And in another corner of the waiting room was a little boy probably five or six years old and he was with grandma and I could not help but notice he was a real handful; bouncing from chair to chair.....you know the picture. I felt compassion for both these children because I knew that they were going to get the needle. THE LITTLE GIRL WAS THE FIRST and I braced myself as I expected to hear some crying, maybe even screeching as they put the needle in her arm. However there was none of that and before long she emerged with mommy and daddy, one on each hand. It really was a beautiful sight as she walked away with her little shoulders squared oozing confidence and dignity. I thought as they walked across the open area towards the staircase, atta girl! What a good attitude for such a little one.
And then it was the six year old boy's turn to go in to the inner sanctum; where they take the blood. There was weeping and wailing and maybe even some gnashing of teeth soon to be heard coming from that room...quite different from the little girl. But soon he too emerged from the lab seemingly no worse for the wear. However the same degree of confidence and dignity just wasn't apparent.
This brings me to the truth found in the book of Romans that was written by the Apostle Paul. It is found in chapter 8 verses14 & 15: "For as many as are led by the Spirit of God, yhese are the sons of God.(Daughters implied also)For you did not receive the spirit of bondage again to fear, but you received the Spirit of adoption by whom we cry out, "Abba, Father."This Greek word Abba has been likened to our term Daddy. And we can have confidence that our heavenly Daddy has us in His care and His hand is holding ours like that mommy and daddy held onto their little girls hand. I couldn't help but notice the contrast in the two situations and I can think of some thirty and forty and fifty...even sixty and seventy year old "kids" who weep and wail and gnash their teeth every time a little trial comes along, a little blood test maybe and I also wonder if they are living in a soirit of bondage to fear when God has made the provision for them to live without that fear and selfishness, parinoia all the time. He has given us the Spirit of adoption so that we can cry out to our heavenly "Daddy"to help in time of need instead of weeping and wailing or worse.....grumbling and complaining! That little girl exemplified to me what the difference is when we let Jesus rule and reign in our lives. I am grateful that I was there in that waiting room that day and had the privelege to observe the things I saw, especially that tough but tiny little trooper. Remember we have a heavenly "Daddy" who cares for us and He won't allow anything that comes our way to hurt us as long as we keep our hand in His.
posted by Randall | 10:51 p.m.
1 Comments:
What you said is so true. My kids dont have their fathers in their life hardly at all. I feel their pain, but I constantly remind them that they have a heavenly father who will ALWAYS be there, NEVER leave them, ALWAYS love them and that they can always turn to Jesus! Thank God that we can call him our heavenly daddy. What would we do without Him?
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