I have had such precious fellowship with God in prayer and Bible reading over the past week. I started reading in John and ended in Galatians, and these books in particular speak to me in a fresh way of God’s love and care for me as His daughter. The concepts of child, family, belonging, and father are a little fuzzy for me. So the Spirit spoke to my heart and asked me, “What does it mean to you to be My daughter?”
First of all, I have to throw away the absurd notion that I am all alone struggling in this great big world that is against me to make it in life. The Word of God says the opposite–
Unto you first God, having raised up his Son Jesus, sent him to bless you, in turning away every one of you from his iniquities. Acts 3:26
Jesus came to bless me. Blessing and favor are mine from my Father each and every day. I am praying with more confidence, and frankly, less asking. Since I already have the position of sonship, it is time to start living more like a daughter of the King. I make assumptions because my inheritance and blessing are sure and absolute. I find the only prayer on my heart is from the 17th Psalm—
As for me, I will behold thy face in righteousness: I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with thy likeness. Psalm 17:15
God is with me, behind and before me, thinking about me and my family, blessing my world with Himself—I see Him everywhere, and I shall be satisfied. I am a daughter of the King. Lest I sound like a braggart, the message of Romans brings my righteousness into focus. Jesus Christ, the lamb of God, is offered one sacrifice for all, and for all time, to reconcile me to God.
But not as the offence, so also is the free gift. For if through the offence of one many be dead, much more the grace of God, and the gift by grace, which is by one man, Jesus Christ, hath abounded unto many. Romans 5:16
I am guilty, dead by virtue of Adam’s sin leaving me hopelessly bent toward evil. But by one Man, Jesus Christ, I am fully released from the curse. It is a covenant of grace that makes me a daughter of the King. I am reconciled to God, and as surely as my natural heart was broken by sin, the restored heart that defines me is under the covenant of grace and adoption. If you think a careless word or childlike foolishness breaks that covenant, then you make light of the blood of Christ that has paid for my complete deliverance.
So I run to the throne of grace. Grace, grace, grace. He came to bless me. There is no condemnation. I have spent so much time in prayer begging for blessing, and it seems foolish to me now. Why am I begging Him for the very thing He died to give? So I behold His face, and I am satisfied. Oh, we still talk about the stuff, but in a normal family, it’s the father who handles the stuff. Protection and provision are his domain. And in my life, I am seeing more and more that the stuff is in His domain.
Those fuzzy words—child, family, belonging, father—are coming into focus because I am a child in the household of faith, and the Spirit is giving me rest in my Father’s house.