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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!”

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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

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#336 A day to be with family

#335 Eggplant and sharp Cheddar

#334 My middle Name

Sometimes, I link up with any or all of these wonderful writers: Hearts 4 HomeSDG,  Hearts Reflected, WLW, EOA, Things I can’t say, Growing HomePlay Dates with GodMonday Musings, Hear it on SundayInspire Me Monday, Tell me a Story, The Better Mom, a Mama’s StoryInto the WordIn and Around Mondays,OYHT, Gratituesday, Titus2Tuesdays, ExtraordinayLessons from IvyDenise in BloomSweet BlessingsFaith Filled Friday, Finding Joy

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