Every once in a while, I stop and remind myself how cool it is to be a child of God. Those words, “child of God,” can be said with dispassion at times. We’ve heard them over and over. But what it means, what it really means, is that no matter who we were raised by, no matter who we were born to, no matter what our family situation is like now, our home is in God. Our real family, the one that accepts us and loves us just as we are, is with God.
1 John 3:1 says:
See what great love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God!
I took this picture during my recent show at Art in Bloom. It was an amazing show, and God showed me in His own ways that I am His Child. He teaches me lessons every day, and there was one in particular that happened during this show that I could not help recognizing as being just from Him. My husby and I talked about it on the way home and as we did it reminded me of how present God is in our lives. I don’t always remember that enough.