I am a Child of God

Who am I?
I am a child of God.
What does that mean to me?

This evening, when I dropped my three year old off in her children’s ministry environment, she was fussy about it — we’d been traveling, she’d had too much sugar in the past few days, her routine was thrown off, and she just wanted to hunker down and snuggle momma — she didn’t wanna be there.

As our Pastor taught, he mentioned John 14:18 and I had this moment of connection to the angst the disciples must have felt knowing that their leader, their teacher, their beloved, their Messiah, was leaving them.

And I thought of my own children — when I leave them, even though I know it’s temporary — it pains me to see them distraught — and what do I want for them? My hope is that they will have gathered enough courage, comfort, and confidence in their time with me that they go into the environment I’m sending them without hesitation. That they can draw on our time together and what I have taught them, that their spirit is settled in the midst of the unfamiliar because they know who they are and whose they are and they truly believe that I am always coming back to them — so there is no doubt in their precious hearts.

As a child of God — how am I to go into the world, to enter my calling and to encounter all of the mountains, the valleys, and the full spectrum of in between moments, if I’m not spending time with Him? From where will I draw my courage? My comfort? My confidence?
If I am not rooted and established, what will happen when the storms come?
And will I be afraid to step into the blinding sun?
Will I have stored up strength to draw on when it’s just plain dreary?

I find myself praying that I will soak in the confidence, comfort, and courage of my Father daily — learning His ways, absorbing His teaching, and radiating His great love to face this world unafraid, to draw up a peace that passes all understanding, to walk boldly in my calling — knowing both who I am and whose I am.

I, am a child of the King.
the One true God, the Creator of the universe, the Savior of my soul, the Author and Perfecter of my faith.

Lord, write Your story on my heart that the world You have placed me in might read of Your redeeming grace, Your great love, Your awe inspiring power, and that Your name may be lifted high, Your mighty splendor celebrated, and Your all sufficient holiness adored. ❤ 

Guest Contributor:

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Andie Fair is the starry-eyed wife of her high school sweetheart, Executive Creative Director of Chaos to their kiddos, a quirky, open-door homemaker with a soul wired to explore the unknown, a heart crafted to lead with love, and a second mug of coffee forever in the microwave. She’s a certified health coach, aiming to make healthy living easier for families and a volunteer disciple maker who gets her thrills guiding others to engage in an active relationship with their Redeemer. She writes randomly and strives to live intentionally.