Orphaned – Not Any More!

Spurgeon orphanage 1860

Spurgeon orphanage 1860

When I was 14 years old my father died. Growing up without a father in your life is like growing up with something big missing. You don’t get the “well done son!” when you do something well, or “Come on lad, lets go fishing!”. There isn’t the wise council of dad, or to ask the really important questions like “what colour should my first car be?”. You manage to adapt, and move on. A few years ago at the age of 41 my mother died and I was orphaned. Can you believe it, orphaned at 41! I was alone! And so were my two brothers. We were alone. We moved on. The other day I was fascinated by my own reaction to a bad dream. I remember when as a child if I had a bad dream I would go to my mother for comfort. On Monday morning I had a bad dream and was reminded that I didn’t have a mother to go to for comfort, so I prayed to God, who is my Father in heaven, and lo and behold, He comforted me, the God who created the universe comforted me! It was a wonderful moment because at that moment I realised that actually I’m not an orphan and that I have been adopted into God’s family, I didn’t feel alone. Romans 8:15-16 “For you have not recieved the spirit of slavery leading to fear again, but you have received a spirit of adoption as sons by which we cry out, “Abba! father!” The Spirit Himself testifies with our spirit that we are children of God…”

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