ABOUT AUTHOR: LAURA FORD was born in Memphis, Tennessee, to a Southern Baptist missionary family. Ford holds a degree in theology with an emphasis in Christian Scriptures from Seattle Pacific University. She currently resides in Sugar Hill, Georgia with her husband and two daughters.

Written April 10, 2013
“Abba Father!”

The Spirit you received does not make you slaves, so that you live in fear again; rather, the Spirit you received brought about your adoption to sonship.  And by Him we cry, “Abba,  Father.”The Spirit Himself testifies with our spirit that we are God’s children.  

Romans 8:15-16
How often we become enslaved by fear when we give ear to Satan’s lies.  Lies whispering to our spirit, telling us that if we were really children of God, why would He allow such things to take place in our lives?  Or if we were really children of God, why has He not come to our aid or answered us favorably in our present circumstances?  The enemy’s aim is to have us believe that our circumstances dictate our adoption as sons and daughters by the Spirit we have received.  Therefore, if we question who we are in Christ Jesus when severe trials befall us, we will be tempted to question God’s genuine love for us as a father and instead, maybe envision Him as a cruel slave master.  However, when we pull back the veil of deception, the Holy Spirit once again reveals to us our identity in Christ.  It is by this witness of the Spirit that we have the right, in whatsoever circumstances we are in, to cry, “Abba, Father!”  By this confession of who He is to us, we can claim every promise given us by Him in His Word!  So when there is doubt in our hearts concerning our inheritance as children of God, the Spirit removes the uncertainty by testifying to the truth.  By His testimony, we can stand, we can rejoice, and we can press on, not because of what we are experiencing in this life, but because of Who God is and who we are in Christ!

We cry, “Abba Father!”  Not by circumstances seen.
We cry, “Abba Father!”  Through a blood-bought victory!

We cry, “Abba Father!”  Bowing as His humble child.
We cry, “Abba Father!”  For us His passion is unbridled!

We cry, “Abba Father!”  In every season of this life.
We cry, “Abba Father!”  To Him, morning, noon, and night!

We cry, “Abba Father!”  While held safely in His arms.
We cry, “Abba Father!”  Till kept in Heaven from all harm!

He is like a father to us, tender and sympathetic to those who reverence Him.  For He knows we are but dust, and that our days are few and brief, like grass, like flowers, blown by the wind and gone forever.  Psalm 103:13-15, TLB

~Laura Ford~


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