My Fathers Son
I’ve got 15 minutes before Everett has to be picked up from school. Been freaked out of my mind lately. Wondering about direction, game plan, strategy, what to chase, etc. All the stuff that’s important but not urgent. For some reason it’s been really urgent-feeling lately.
My son is 6. Because he’s the oldest, he goes through season where he freaks out easily. School, schedule, not-getting-his-way, getting annoyed with siblings. But he’s 6, as long as he sticks with me, listens to me, does what’s in him to do, then he’ll be fine. The same rules must apply to me.
Anything done out of fear is sin. Anything done out of faith is righteousness. Two people can do much the same thing with two totally different outcomes.
There’s no reason to freak out. I’m my Father’s son. As long as I stick with him, listen up, and do what’s in my heart to do, it’ll be fine.
“Without faith it is impossible to please God.” Hebrews 11:6
“Abraham believed God, and it was credited to him as righteousness.” Genesis 15:6
The rest points to this.