Bastards

For if you had no experience of the correction which all sons have to bear you might well doubt the legitimacy of your sonship. For whom the Lord loves, He chastens.

Bastards 

“Behold what manner of love the Father has given unto us, that we should ‘BE’ called the Sons-of-God!” 

Consider Him who endures such opposition so that we don’t forget we are His child,  heirs and joint heirs according to the promise, known to “BE” Disciples by “OUR” love. We can’t shrug it off; every child He loves embraces correction so we never drop out.

Trouble trains us, left to “OUR” own devices, spoiled rotten, but what seems best to “BE” mature in “OUR” relationships, not like illegitimate children, but as sons. The pay-off is handsome for “BE”livers living “OUR” Father’s holy best. Not sitting around on “OUR” hands, dragging “OUR” feet, but clearing a pathway with guardrails so no one else may trip and fall. Before being pushed off a cliff; “If we confess ‘OUR’ sin, He is faithful and just to forgive us ‘OUR’ sin and to cleanse us from all un-right-in-us.”

We have His Word on it, day by day and with every passing moment to keep us and others from falling and to make a run for it, making sure all of us are adopted into the same family. We’re all special to Him! Never give up repaying the debt of love that brought us here, bought with the high cost of “OUR” Father’s One and only Son.

Keep a sharp eye out for what destroys the moment, for what it feels like to go against the grain is no fun for the time, but we win in the end. Deliver us from the evil one is an answer to “OUR” prayer. Don’t trade away for an impulsive illegitimate act, God’s lifetime gift to satisfy some whim. The power and the glory is in endless love the unshakeable essentials stand clear to see whose we are, not as some distant, indifferent bystander who quits on his cleansing, but as true Sons of God, adopted into His “BE”loved family! 

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About prayersjourney

Elder, retired, GPa, Journaling life, learning To Pray, same home over fifty years. Five sons and GKids.
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