I am a Daughter
Sometimes it's helpful to go back and read old journals to get perspective on where you've been and where you are now. I found this entry from January 4, 2014 when I was reading through Genesis, and was struck with the idea of spiritual heritage. I still love the idea of God using so many broken people to create a community of people across centuries who know the depths of His grace and press forward by faith.
This is my new beginning--2014. This is my chance to remember how You led me in my past and to hold on to Your promises that You will lead me in my future. This is my chance to make choices--to choose things that will lead me closer to You, not farther away. I want to be a daughter of Seth and Noah and Abraham. I want to belong to the people of God in this time. I want to remember my heritage, even though I am surrounded by a culture of terminal distractions that make me forget so easily who I am, where I came from, and Who I belong to.
I am a daughter of Jesus Christ, who was both God and yet intertwined Himself in my humanity--wrote Himself into my own history. I am a daughter of the Waldensians and the Protestants--who held onto God's Word, protected it, shared it, and gave up their lives for it. I am a daughter of the Millerites, who loved Jesus so much and couldn't wait to see Him. I am a daughter of the first Adventists, who would not give up the hope of Jesus' coming, or any other truth about God's character of love that they found in His Word. They couldn't stop telling people about it. I am a daughter of sinners and saints in the Rowes and Keeles and Sandersons, Vornholdts and Glovers and all the rest. The traveling preachers, the pioneer school teachers, the alcoholics and womanizers, the educators, inventors, secretaries, factory workers, farmers and builders and doctors, rich and poor. Mothers and fathers. Believers and unbelievers. And yet, out of us all, He brings forth His image, unique in each of us. A choice to be part of the heritage of grace found in Jesus, or to reject it.
I choose You, Jesus. I will never be enough to be chosen by You, but thank You so much for choosing me, and for calling me Your daughter, and calling me into Your family. May I extend that grace, that welcome message to others who need to know who they are and where they have come from...
This is my new beginning--2014. This is my chance to remember how You led me in my past and to hold on to Your promises that You will lead me in my future. This is my chance to make choices--to choose things that will lead me closer to You, not farther away. I want to be a daughter of Seth and Noah and Abraham. I want to belong to the people of God in this time. I want to remember my heritage, even though I am surrounded by a culture of terminal distractions that make me forget so easily who I am, where I came from, and Who I belong to.
I am a daughter of Jesus Christ, who was both God and yet intertwined Himself in my humanity--wrote Himself into my own history. I am a daughter of the Waldensians and the Protestants--who held onto God's Word, protected it, shared it, and gave up their lives for it. I am a daughter of the Millerites, who loved Jesus so much and couldn't wait to see Him. I am a daughter of the first Adventists, who would not give up the hope of Jesus' coming, or any other truth about God's character of love that they found in His Word. They couldn't stop telling people about it. I am a daughter of sinners and saints in the Rowes and Keeles and Sandersons, Vornholdts and Glovers and all the rest. The traveling preachers, the pioneer school teachers, the alcoholics and womanizers, the educators, inventors, secretaries, factory workers, farmers and builders and doctors, rich and poor. Mothers and fathers. Believers and unbelievers. And yet, out of us all, He brings forth His image, unique in each of us. A choice to be part of the heritage of grace found in Jesus, or to reject it.
I choose You, Jesus. I will never be enough to be chosen by You, but thank You so much for choosing me, and for calling me Your daughter, and calling me into Your family. May I extend that grace, that welcome message to others who need to know who they are and where they have come from...
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