Isaac was a child of promise, one who wouldn’t be if it wasn’t for the power of God. Born to an impotent Abraham and past-menopause Sarah, Isaac’s life defied everything that is natural. His very existence declared God’s faithfulness to men who choose to believe God’s Word.
I am an Isaac.
A child of promise I am. A child of promise I will be. I am God’s Isaac, down to my very middle name that got legally changed. As I go about my daily life, I straighten my shoulder and lift my head up. Every time I sign my name I remember who I am. I remember whose I am. And I love it.
Being an Isaac is a big responsibility. I can’t pretend I don’t have help. I can’t pretend I am alone.
Isaacs are bearers of hope, strength and joy–after all, Isaac means “laughter!”
I don’t mind the responsibility; it keeps me on my toes. It’s good for me.
Thankful to be God’s Isaac:
Immaculate through Sacred Blood
Saved by His Death
Awe-struck by His Beauty
Adopted into Royalty
Conceived in Promise
Cultivating Thankfulness with Ann Voskamp
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#334 My middle Name
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