Thursday, March 11, 2010

Spoken For

To whom do you belong?  Adopted at age 6 by my mom's new husband, my last name changed.  I had a new name to write next to my first name on my yellow, lined elementary school paper.  I was part of a completely new family with brothers and a sister.  WOW!  Now I held the title as little sister, and I liked it a lot!  Then I received another new last name when I married.  Again, a large extended family awaited along with new titles of wife, sister-in-law, and daughter-in-law.  I adjust to change fairly well.  I like new, it is very 'adventuresome' in my mind.  Remarkably a few years later, I acquired yet another identity.  I became a child of the King.  A princess, doesn't that have a lovely ring?  My identity is spoken for, and I have loved every single minute of the journey.  I really grasped this identity thing when we were planning a trip out of the country.  To leave the good 'ole USA you have to have a Visa.  To get a Visa you need proof of citizenship, aka a birth certificate.  After much searching, I could not find my birth certificate.  So I trudged downtown to the records office and filled out the necessary forms.  As I filled out the questionnaire it asked for my birth name, which I wrote.  I turned in the paperwork and began practicing the fruit of patience.  What was taking so long?  I was literally the only person in the waiting area.  Finally, the gentleman behind the counter asked if I had a different birth name.  Well, I was adopted, perhaps it is under that name.  A few short moments later, he came back and sure enough that was the problem.  Hold on a second.  I was born and lived under a given name for 6 years, what do you mean there is no record of it?  HUH?  Nope, it is gone, ka-put, na-da, it does not exist!!!  I had an epiphany right there in the middle of the records office.  This is exactly like being born into Christ's family.  The old self is gone, washed away are my sins, my previous history is blotted out entirely.  I belong to THE Redeemer.  I am His!  I was doing the Snoopy dance right there and had no one to share this revelation with.  God's promises are everlasting, unchanging, non-negotiable.  Sign; sealed, delivered I'm His!  I am the apple of His eye (Deut 32:10), my name is written on the palm of His hand, he knows every hair on my bottle-blond head.  Can I get a Hallelujah?!!  He loves me and I belong to Him.
Title:  Daughter of the King,
Citizenship: Heaven-bound,
My Heart:   is spoken for!

Blessings, E.W.

1 comment:

Stories Sell said...

Hallelujah!!! What hope we have in the promises of a loving faithful GOD.May our ABBA FATHER continue to uphold your during this difficult time.We love you Beach family!! You are in our thoughts and prayers.