There’s a verse in Scripture that frustrates me to this day. And I know it shouldn’t but it does, because when I read it, there are words and pictures in my head that I am told are untrue. I see the words in my Bible and I’m immediately transfixed between what I want this verse to mean and what I’m told this verse means. And honestly, I’m kind of tired of it. That verse is Romans 8:15, which reads: “You did not receive a spirit of slavery to fall back into fear. Instead, you received the Spirit of adoption, by whom we cry out, ‘Abba, Father!’”
My true and better daddy.
My true and better daddy.
My true and better daddy.
There’s a verse in Scripture that frustrates me to this day. And I know it shouldn’t but it does, because when I read it, there are words and pictures in my head that I am told are untrue. I see the words in my Bible and I’m immediately transfixed between what I want this verse to mean and what I’m told this verse means. And honestly, I’m kind of tired of it. That verse is Romans 8:15, which reads: “You did not receive a spirit of slavery to fall back into fear. Instead, you received the Spirit of adoption, by whom we cry out, ‘Abba, Father!’”