My Father gave me His name.
His unchanging plan has always been to adopt us into his own family by sending Jesus Christ to die for us. And he did this because he wanted to! (Eph. 1:5 TLB)
At one time I was a stranger to my Father. (Webster 1828 lists these under definitions of stranger: A foreigner; one who belongs to another country. One unacquainted. One not admitted to any communication or fellowship.) I was a foreigner to God until I was 16. I still held citizenship in the devil’s country. I was not acquainted with God; I did not understand who He was, or realize His importance in my life. Until I surrendered my life to Him, we had no communication or fellowship- and I didn’t even know He wanted it!
So, now I belong to the royal line: a child of God, called by His name, given entrance into His family with all rights and privileges included. Who am I to be a part of the greatest family in all eternity? Who am I to bear the name of the Creator of the entire universe? Who am I to be grafted into the noblest of lines? Who am I to be given such mercy and grace?
Today I feel very undeserving.