"The Spirit 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.” ~
Romans 8:15 (Emphasis added)
I absolutely adore Romans 8. This is my favorite chapter in all of the Bible. I recently took another plunge through this text, and unsurprisingly I learned even more than I did the first few journeys through this specific chunk of text. Zeroing in on verse 15, the phrase adoption to sonship really peaked my interest. So, I thought I would really dissect this concept of "adoption to sonship."
Adoption: To bring into a specific relationship, esp to take another child as your own.
Sonship: The state, fact, or relation of being a son.
I, obviously, am not a son. So, to make this applicable to me, I converted this to daughter. (Interesting fact -
daughtership is not a word.) Okay, phrase defined and applied. Time to revisit... "The Spirit I received brought about
my relationship as daughter to God."
Still not quenched, I dove deeper. What does this really mean? Yes, I'm a daughter of God. To the right of this very blog in the About the Author section, even I list it as the top issue about me. It's true. I wave that flag. At the same time, I humbly admit before you now that I have taken such "phrase" for granted. Let me explain...
Think of every relational issue between a child and parent. Think of your role as a child. Stay with me here...
- When I fell and scraped my knee as a child, I went to my mom for a Band-Aid.
- When I was hungry, my mom never let me starve.
- When I got my feelings hurt, I cried to my mom.
- When I was afraid, all I needed was for mom to wrap her loving arms around me and say "It's alright, honey. Mommy's here."
When my little arms were to short to carry my whole pile of laundry to the basement, she carried what I couldn't.
When I forgot to grab my coat in the morning before school, she was there to remind me.
- When that boy who I dated for all of two weeks broke up with me, my mom let me cry and listened to me be pathetic. (Two weeks... seriously! She probably chuckled inside knowing the best was yet to come.)
When I was busted at a party in high school by my step-father and taken home to my mom, she shook her head and loved me no less.
When I went to state for Business Professionals of America and made the newspaper, my mom saved the article and cheered me on - even though I was sooo nervous.
When I needed answers to hard, serious questions, my mom was always there to listen and either answer me or encouraged my own deeper investigation.
When I thought I was going to devestate my mom with the news of an unplanned teen pregnancy, my mom said (I will never forget this as long as I live)... "Well, it looks like we are having a baby." She never once condemned me for my mistake, but turned a seemingly sad situation into a joyous blessing all the while never turning her back on me.***

God is an all mighty, all knowing, all powerful God. The Creator of the universe. As I am adopted into sonship, God swoops me up, and:
- Helps me when I am hurt.
- Feeds my soul and meets my needs.
- Comforts me.
- Helps carry my load, be it burden, hardship, heartache, or (insert struggle here).
- Even when I know what I should be doing and don't do it, is constantly reminding me what I should be doing.
- Cares about my heartache, even though sometimes He chuckles at the fact that the best is yet to come.
- Wraps His loving arms around me and calms my fears.
- Loves me no less when I wander off path and is there waiting when I come home.
- Celebrates my successes and calms my nerves when I am nervous.
- Gives me foundational truth in my life.
- Has a plan for me, but when I slip still has a plan for my life, full of blessing and triumph.
The parallels are endless. This is only my perspective as the child. Flipping the script to my perspective as a parent takes these parallels to an exponential depth. Rebellion, maturity, wisdom, appreciation for sacrifice, still your friend, knows what is best for your life, freedom. I could go on and on...
Paralleling the roles of parent v. child with God v. me has taken this whole concept of sonship to another level. A new appreciation for the phrase "child of God" has flourished. It is easy to say "I am a child of God," but the cold hard reality is this is more than a phrase. Six little words have such depth that it is truly hard to grasp the meaning without being intentional about it.
It is here that I encourage you to dive through your role in your relationship with God. What is your view of God? Is Holy yet approachable Father on the list?
In His Love,
~F
***DISCLAIMER: I know that my mother is a rarity in this world. Her responses and reactions to my life can only be described as divine. I do not want to minimize or take for granted the Godly example of her role as my parent. At the same time, I know many, many people were raised with not so great responses and reactions from their parents. To those children, this lesson of sonship is that much more critical. Because, where your parents may not have responded kindly, God always does. Where your earthly father failed you, God will restore you and never fail you. Where your mother wounded you, God will heal you. He is a
Father to the fatherless. Seek his truth. Don't just read it here.