I am a child of God

We were talking last night in my small group that because Jesus was resurrected from the dead and then ascended into heaven afterward, that through that and our belief on Him, we were granted the right to become children of God. I've been seeing that a lot this week and it was also a subject of conversation at our Bible study on Wednesday. John opens his gospel account of Jesus with that thought. I am an adopted son of the Most High God, one of the multitude of His children; a wild olive branch grafted into the Vine. As such, I know who I am in Christ, not just saved, but an adopted child into His own family. I was thinking about that today as my mind wandered a bit into preparing to not do something stupid. I have to sometimes prepare for that because there are paths that sometimes open up to us, but aren't for us to take. My friend put it this way: Sometimes the donkey doesn't move because she can see the angel blocking the path when we can't. Other times, we can see God's hand in pointing us away from those little exit ramps. Other times, we need to exercise a little self control and choose to stay on the path that's been appointed to us. Staying on my path is mportant. I don't always understand why and to be honest, sometimes good has looked pretty good, but no matter how it looks, it's still not best. I think that plays into another aspect of being a child of God. Am I going to listen to my Father, or am I going to have to take some punishment, meted out in love, for disobeying Him? I'm thinking today that I'm just going to choose to listen and keep myself out of a whole bunch of trouble I don't want in the first place.