Posted by on 6 Jun 2013 in Personal, Theology | 1 comment

Photo Source: by Carlos Gomes

Photo Source: by Carlos Gomes

So I’ve not written many blogs over the last week or so. As most of you know who keep up with me on Facebook and in the real world, my wife and I were able to bring our daughter home this week. I never knew how much I didn’t know about being a parent until I was holding this little baby in my arms.

And I didn’t know how much you could love someone for no other reason than they are yours.

Now I promise all of my posts are not going to be about adoption or parenting, though God is certainly revealing a lot to me through this process that I’d like to share with you. But this week I’ve been thinking again about Romans 8:14 & 15 a lot.

“For as many as are led by the Spirit of God, they are the sons of God. For you have not received the spirit of bondage again to fear; but you have received the Spirit of adoption, whereby we cry, Abba, Father. ” (Romans 8:14-15)

At ten weeks our baby is not doing a lot of verbal communicating (though she does have some lungs on her). She’s not crying out “Daddy, Abba, Father,” yet. So I’m doing it for her. I’m holding her, smiling at her, looking into her eyes, and telling her that her Daddy loves her, that Daddy is here for here, that Daddy is taking care of her, that everything will be alright.

When she feels afraid and alone and receives comfort, she feels love. When she cries out in need, she feels love when it’s met. Through peace and security she’s learning about love. By the time she’s able to talk, I’m sure Daddy will be her first word (or maybe Mamma, but I’m betting on Daddy.).

And in the same way when we cry out to God, He holds us tightly and tells us everything is going to be alright. He touches our soul and we feel his love. He fills us with his Spirit and the Spirit confirms that we are his children because the Spirit communicates love.

And it’s that same Spirit inside of us that prays for us, that speaks to God for us, that cries out, “Abba, Father,” because we don’t have the words to express what to say to this God of love. We are just not able to communicate with words what the heart feels.

Later in the same chapter of Romans 8, it’s put like this: the Spirit also helps our infirmities (weakness, inabilities, frailties): for we don’t know what we should pray for as we ought to; but the Spirit itself makes intercession for us (praying on our behalf) with groanings which cannot be uttered (verse 26).

So as I look into my daughters eyes as she’s cradled in my arms and reflects back the love I have for her, I’m reminded of The Father’s love for me. I feel it but cannot always express it as I should. And I am grateful that His Spirit is in me communicating without words what I feel.