Running the Race as a Winner
Adopted by Yahweh, Jehovah the Lord,
To the great I AM – reality behind all reality,
I cry “Daddy.”
The Holy God: great majestic, and pure;
The One to whom I humbly bow,
Sheltering under his mercy
Calls me his son[i].
As winners in the race we are aware of the unlimited depths of the love behind our adoption. We have the security of our Father’s intimate knowledge of each one of us, his children. We run the race yoked to our dearest friend who knows our every feeling, each thought, all our desires; and he knows how to reveal our Father’s goodness and mercy to us so that our hearts confidently say, “Daddy, my Daddy. I love you; I trust you. I know your desire is toward me. You are my heart’s trusted confident and protector. I will cuddle up in your arms and sit in your lap and let you rock me. I will come to you when I am hurt for you to kiss it and make it all better. I will ask your advice and trust your answer. I will trust you to stop me from doing anything that will have bad results.”
We will hear him answer, “I knew you before you were formed in your mother’s womb. I watched your progress and made note of the things I would have to help you correct as you were developing. I was there when you came forth out of your mother’s womb. I was there all the time you were growing up. I watched you get false impressions of me and it made me very sad. I have waited for you to call me ‘Daddy’. I love you, my child.”
Our adoption shows us the importance and logic of true holiness. We, the children, and our Father have deep mutual values and strong emotional involvement.
Prayer: O Lord, how manifold your works! In wisdom you have made them all. Rule in my heart, Lord. Guide my footsteps. I come to you as a child to his father and ask you to shelter me under your mercy. You’re working everything in my life for the good that I am becoming conformed to the image of your Son. I commit my mind and my will to you.
[i] Remember son means both son and daughter.