Becoming a Part of His Family

I've been thinking a lot about what it means to have been adopted by God, to have been brought into His family and made His child.  What does it really mean?  I was adopted by God.  He made me His daughter. Without Jesus, I could not know God as my Father.  Trying to wrap my brain around this miracle... Today dear friends boarded a plane to go pick up their little girl for the first time.  She has no idea what's about to happen-that her entire life as she's known it is about to change.  She didn't ask them to come and give her a family.  She might not even know that she needs one.  She doesn't know what it's like to be loved by someone who will never...

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Naming this New Year

There is no way to slow it-this passing of time.  It billows over us knocking us over, taking us below where suddenly we can't even breathe and all we feel is the urgency to try and come up for air.  The days are flashing by and my kids are another year older and I am almost 30 (!) and suddenly it's 2011. "Stop!" I want to yell.  "Stop going by so quickly!" But time won't slow because this is how God's ordained it and who am I to question Him? In the frenzy of each day I compartmentalize so much, rushing from task to task and forgetting God.  I pray and praise Him for the gift of my kids; five minutes later harsh words fly from my tongue because I'm annoyed that they've "interrupted"...

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