A couple of days ago, I was sitting in my car thinking about my life. I feel as though I am on the brink of a major turning point and that God is opening up the door for new and exciting adventures with Him. Certain dreams that I have had pertaining to my life and my calling suddenly all feel within my grasp and I am anticipating good things to come of this year. However, as I was thinking about all of this an old familiar fear creeped in. What if nothing changes? What if everything stays the same? What if things fall through, as I have known them to do in the past?
I was reminded of a time a couple of years back, when I also felt that I was at a turning point. I felt like my dreams were within my reach. Things, however, started to crumble, fear crept in and I remember saying, “If this does not work out, I will have such a difficult time trusting God.” Yup. I said that. Everything ended up falling through and in the months that followed God did an incredible work in my heart, drawing me deeper into relationship with Him and restoring my trust in Him. God used that situation to bring me to where I am today and though it was a difficult adjustment for me, I know what I went through was necessary for my growth and for the season ahead.
As I pondered all of this earlier this week, I heard these words in my spirit, “I am my Father’s Daughter.” We use these words as a playful way to link certain aspects of our personality with our earthly parents. We are able to realize that certain things that we do, we do because of our genetic make-up or the way that we have been raised. Spiritually speaking, the moment that we said yes to Jesus, we were adopted into the family of Heaven and God became our true Father. Whether dreams come true or promises come to pass that will always be true. It’s who we are. It’s our identity.
As I allowed the words, “I am my Father’s Daughter,” to wash over me. I realized that I am in a different place than I was last time. If dreams don’t come to pass and things fall through, though it will be painful for a seaon, I know whose child I am. My feet are firmly rooted by a trust and confidence in Him that doesn’t rely on external circumstances but rather draws from a revelation of who my Father is and who He has called me to be.
In Romans 8:14-17, we are told, “For those who are led by the Spirit of God are the children of God. The Spirit that you received does not make you slaves, so that you live in fear again; rather, the Spirit you received brought about your adoption to sonship. And by Him we cry, “Abba, Father.” The Spirit Himself testifies with our spirit that we are God’s children. Now, if we are children, then we are heirs-heirs of God and coheirs with Christ, if indeed we share in His sufferings in order that we may also share in His glory.”
With the Spirit of my heavenly Father dwelling within me, I need not be afraid. I am not a slave to fear. I am not a slave to my circumstances. Even in the face of let downs, failures and disappoints, I will not shrink back from the love of God. My heart crys, “Abba.” He provides for my deepest needs. All of my deepest longings are met in Him. Everything he has, he has made available to me. I am my Father’s daughter.
