Like a Child at Home.

The verses that we have been studying this week have been focused on sonship. How because of Christ I am now counted in His family. There is a song that I sang in the USI chamber choir that ended with these words; "No more a stranger or a guest, but like a child at home." I am not a stranger to Christ's love, and I haven't ever been really. I have however lived with a guest mentality. I don't approach God with a child's heart. I for a long time have had to get things in order before going to Him in prayer. What's more is that I have had that "deserving" spirit. Like I deserved special treatment for having my life in order. I am a child of his. I play in His house. I am reckless, I seldom have my toys picked up. I am needy in every possible way. In my mess and craziness God wants me to come to Him. He doesn't say let the orderly come to me, or let the adult with the schedule come to me, but let the little children. I don't have my life figured out.. I don't know what I'm doing the rest of the afternoon. What I am learning He delights in is a heart that comes to Him in the Middle of the mess. In the middle of my hectic, complaining, and needlessly weary heart He finds delight. I think my biggest prayer request is o actually cry out to my Savior like that. Something that comes to mind when I think about it is this part in the first Narnia movie where the Mrs. Beaver is approaching Aslan and she starts smoothing her fur. her husband quickly says something like you look lovely. That is what I do. I smooth out the roughness of my life instead of letting God tell me I am lovely exactly the way I am. That I would see and truly believe the love of Christ not only covers me spiritually but physically. In the words of David Crowder, "You make everything glorious, what does that make me?"