Yet to all who received him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God— children born not of natural descent, nor of human decision or a husband’s will, but born of God.
John 1:13-13
I’ve always heard this term “child of God” being thrown around. Before I became a parent, it didn’t seem difficult to understand or believe. It seemed logical. God made us from dust, so I could see how he could think of us as children, or his children.
Now I really can’t fathom this verse. My mind hits a brick wall. Now that I’m a parent, I think about those unexplainable parental feelings of love that have welled up in me every day since Little Man’s birth. And the way I melt when he does the most seemingly insignificant things (of course I try to keep this to myself…coolness and everything). But, I just can’t fathom the idea that it’s just a tiny tiny fraction of a shadow of how God feels about us as his children. I believe it and know it to be true, but can’t really process the reality of it. I don’t know if I ever will.
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