Spirit of Adoption

I was anxious and heartbroken over my failure to steward well the much that I’ve been given. I always seem to fail. ‘I should be here,’ I think. I began to succumb to the dark waters of guilt.

I sat down at my piano, desperate for an answer. Playing a C chord and singing in the Spirit, I was lost in the Father’s heart. To whom much is given, much will be required, yes. But instead of showing me a picture of the unfaithful servant getting cut to pieces or even of the wise and faithful servant being blessed, I saw a child, before forgotten and hungry, now adopted in the arms of a father. Secure. Loved. The smile on his face contained no ounce of fear. Not one. But a knowing that he was approved of by unconditional love.

Lord, grant us the grace to know this Spirit of adoption in all we do.