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Today’s text
For you did not
receive a spirit of slavery to fall back into fear, but you have received a
spirit of adoption. When we cry, ‘Abba!
Father!’ it is that very Spirit bearing witness
with our spirit that we are children of God, and if children, then heirs, heirs
of God and joint heirs with Christ—if, in fact, we suffer with him so that we
may also be glorified with him.
Nearer than your breath
Awake, my soul to the truth of this and every morning.
Once more, you move me from slumber to stumble down the
stairs and search for words that wake me from sleep.
The words are but means to a larger end. I want words that
transport me beyond this gray chair to know the spirit of adoption stirring and
filling me with the joyful wonder of belonging … to you.
Call them sacramental words, words that take me home, words
that contain the substance of belonging to you, words that fill all inner
emptiness, chasing away fear and filling the heart with confident joy.
This is what I want to hear, but already you say, “Listen.
Listen to yourself, to your desire. Listen to the voice that speaks in you,
wanting me.
“I am that voice, the voice of Spirit within you. I am not
far but nearer to you than your breath, nearer than your thoughts, nearer than
the thirst that moves you from sleep to find words that speak of me so you may
know me so close. “I am that thirst, the spirit of your thirsting … thirsting
for you.
“When you call out for me, I am there. I am that call. When
you hunger for me, I am that hunger, hungry for you. When you feel cold within,
I am that chill waiting for you to arrive and warm me with your presence.
“I am the cry of your heart for me, ever here, ever near.
“I am with you wherever you go, for I am as much within you
as in the scenes you see as you go your way.
“I was in that mother’s embrace yesterday as she consoled
her child on the way to surgery, the one that moved you to tears. I hold you
just as certainly as she held her little one.
“For you are mine, the spirit of adoption wakes you from
sleep to tell you the truth … once more. Know it well.
Pr. David L. Miller
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