Well. What can we say about that? You and I, we are born of God. God put us here on this earth. We descend from him. God. Almighty God. Yes. The God who put the stars into space, we are his kids, in his fam. You and me. Yes suree. For sure. For certain. For definite. Has that sunk in? That little ole me and little ole you are daughters and sons of GOD. Oh yes. Oh yes. Oh yes. It’s true. It’s really really true. And so then if God is literally our Father then that means we are his daughters and sons. Woah. Wait a minute. Is that for real? Yes baby. My Dad is the big G. And he says we will be together for eternity. Together forever. Like forever. So whatever. Whatever comes my way, whatever anyone says, whatever tough things I face. My Dad is onto them. He’s all over them. And he says. Sorted. All taken care of. No problem. No worries. Hakuna Matata. That’s what it means to be born of God. It was all sorted on the Cross.
Can I hear an Amen?
“Yet to all who did receive him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God— children Born not of natural descent, nor of human decision or a husband’s will, but born of God.”
John 1:12-13 NIV