Lately God has been reminding me that I’m no longer an orphan. Sometimes I forget and need to be reminded.
God has been coating his reminders with globs of grace. It typically sounds something like, ‘Son, you aren’t an orphan anymore. Remember that I adopted you and made you my own. You don’t need to fend for yourself anymore. You don’t have to fight for things like you use to.’
You see, I oft forget that my identity has changed. I’m no longer an orphan among orphans fighting for the last bit of food on the table, or for the attention of the next potential adoptive parents to walk in the door. No. I’m the son of the King now. Things are a lot different for me.
Where does your identity come from? Are you an orphan? Have you been adopted yet? If we aren’t solid in the area of identity, our lives will be pretty shaky.