For you did not receive a spirit that makes you a slave again to fear,
but you received the Spirit of sonship.
And by him we cry, “Abba, Father.”
Lately, the past month or so, a bunch of things happened that caused me to question where I find my security and comfort. The awful news of a young person passing away, and the surviving parents grappling with the holes in their hearts. As a parent, I see my children go through their own illnesses and need that extra care and comfort from me or my husband, as we are their “home base”. And as I watch other friends around me reach for their own parents for advice or comfort or security, I realized that I don’t really have that same “home base” and tangible security during difficult times. I was reminded that my true “home base” is really in God, and I asked myself whether I really did find comfort and solace in Him or not, and who He was to me as a Heavenly Father. So that was the central theme’s premise for this journal page.
Top left (John 16:33):
Bottom Right (Romans 8:37-39):
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