Before the blue-green sphere of the world titled on its axis.
Before the Word was spoken and the world created out of nothing.
As Wisdom stood by and watched and the Spirit hovered over the waters, God saw His work and said, “It is good.”
Before the world, before the foundation of the world, He actually chose you, picked you out, set you apart as His own.He foreordained your adoption before anything. Before the world, He thought of you. He had already chosen to form you in your mother’s womb.
He saw you.
He numbered your days.
He created you, lovely, beautiful, adored one to be a sibling of Christ, The King, the Word made flesh who came into the world, leaving His throne to sacrifice Himself for you.
Even as [in His love] He chose us [actually picked us out for Himself as His own] in Christ before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy (consecrated and set apart for Him) and blameless in His sight, even above reproach, before Him in love.
For He foreordained us (destined us, planned in love for us) to be adopted (revealed) as His own children through Jesus Christ, in accordance with the purpose of His will [because it pleased Him and was His kind intent]— Ephesians 1:4,5
Linking up with Kate Motaung and Five Minute Friday!
Hi, thanks for joining me, the Series “Five Things Your Adopted Children Would Like to Tell You” will be back on Monday. If you missed the introduction, you can find it here. Last month, our focus was PLAY and ways to play or use home therapy for free. We’ll have more posts on that in the future, but the theme for the month of June is “Adoption.” Just hitting the pause button here for Five Minute FridayMY mother- in -law ins having a lengthy surgery today, correcting a complication from a previous surgery. My sister is struggling. I am feeling a bit out of sorts and when I feel like this, I just want to give up. this weeks prompt made me stop and think. I have been recording gifts, my thankful list, a habit I started the first time I read Ann Voskamp’s One Thousand Gifts and read it again. And I keep listing gifts. As I pray for those I love, I think on those gifts.
- Watching my son battle it out with Nerf swords in the front yard with a friend and a brother
- Sitting by the campfire alone, all leaned back watching the trees sway in the breeze
- Talking on the back deck with a family fostering to adopt and laughing ( even though the wait is long and they are jumping through fiery hoops)
- talking to my brother states away and knowing he is concerned and wants to help
Knowing ultimately that God has my best interest at heart and he is in control. he is waiting for me to open the gifts he has already given. He is longing for me to come into His presence.
18 And therefore the Lord [earnestly] waits [expecting, looking, and longing] to be gracious to you; and therefore He lifts Himself up, that He may have mercy on you and show loving-kindness to you. For the Lord is a God of justice. Blessed (happy, fortunate, to be envied) are all those who [earnestly] wait for Him, who expect and look and long for Him [for His victory, His favor, His love, His peace, His joy, and His matchless, unbroken companionship] Isaiah 30: 16
Five Minute Friday- Get the word. Set the timer for five minutes. Write. No stopping. No editing. Then link up with others by joining Kate Motaung by clicking on the icon below. Read some posts. Make some friends.
The house is quiet. The dishes are in the sink. The fire is burning hot and bright. My muscles ache. My body is tired. The Legos are back in their bin. The play doh is moist and safe in the container. And it is quiet. I said that . Too quiet. The grandkids are gone. All three of them headed back over the mountains to Maryland with new brother and mom and dad. The visit was long and short at the same time. As we waited this afternoon for mama to be released from the hospital, playing and reading stories, and me, pouring cups of coffee down my throat. I thought, this is what is like to wait for Jesus to visit. We run through the list of things to do. Read the Bible. Pray. Follow the prayer list. Do it again. And do we enjoy the visit? Or do we wish to fast forward to get on to other things. I knew the kids were tired and probably ready to go home. They had been here for two days. But, I was determined to enjoy that last bit of visit even when kids were cranky and I was tired. I read a book and felt those small bodies leaning against me. STOP
Five Minute Friday:: Wait
The assignment: Read the prompt. Write for five minutes. No editing. Well, use spell check when finished, I do. Then post, share,link up! Join Kate Motaung and all the ladies who link. Then grab a cup of coffee and read! Hop around the links. Meet someone new!
We sow the seeds. We wait for the harvest. That harvest is long in coming. We sow in tears and awake in joy. We sow seeds of the Word and wait for the generous outpouring of grace. We wait. We fill out the paperwork. We touch paper with ink. We wait. We look at orphan photos or swelling bellies. We wait…..
Waiting seems to be the theme of our lives doesn’t it? Waiting like the farmer. What do we do while we wait?
We have always had a garden. I have some idea of what you do while you wait. You weed. You hoe the rows. Get the soil aerated. Make sure weeds don’t choke out the baby plants. You make sure the life that sprung up doesn’t get walked on trampled on by booted humans. You tread lightly. You rejoice and call everyone to the garden when you see that green round pumpkin appear from the flower that was there or cucumbers small and green sprout from the vine.
So while you wait watch for the weeds of doubt. Pull up the weeds that threaten to choke out the word. Water with the Word often. Air the soil out with sisters, talking, laughing. STOP
Confession to all the #fmfparty tweeters. I try to join you. I really do. I think I tweeted to a few people a few weeks ago before 10:00, but I just can’t seem to keep my eyes open until the magic hour! Blessings!