We Are The More: Thoughts on Sonship

Can I tell you something that may seem a little sinful? I’ve been fighting with God lately.  I’ve been fighting because I want the old way.  I want the “over the top” way He rescues me.  I want the invading of my personhood with His intimacy.  I want to be like a child, but He is weaning me.  He is prying away my fingers from His bosom and taking away His milk.  I get frustrated because I want the milk.  I want the dependency we created these 14 years. I want Him.

Psalm 131:2 (AMP)

Surely I have calmed and quieted my soul; Like a weaned child [resting] with his mother, My soul is like a weaned child within me [composed and freed from discontent].

But even as I sit here struggling with this new way He is developing in me I hear a popular worship song. The song is a nice song.  It’s a good song, but it is asking Him for what He has already given.

We already have Him.

I am reminded of going to a few Christian events recently and the same song was playing at those events along with other popular Christian songs. And I am reminded of how I felt when those songs were played.  I knew the lyrics were “outdated” (even though these were new songs).  They were outdated in heaven.  I knew the people worshipping were sincere but they did not have revelation that God is maturing His body to a place where we are no longer “asking for more”.

We ARE the more.

God has created a plan so that His children will become Sons and the Sons will dominate the earth. That was the original plan, but we got off track.

God is calling for Sonship.

I was talking to my roommate last night right after this huge ordeal with trying to catch a mouse but instead we ended up with the kitchen flooded, a broken vacuum cleaner and at least 30 wet towels on the floor (but that is a story for another time). I told my roommate last night God had been dealing with me about not being moved by my emotions.  He had been showing me how fearful I had been by this little rodent and it was just that: a little rodent.  I am the owner of this home (well, kind of since my roommate and I rent).  I am larger than this mouse.  I am the one with the authority.  But often I have let fear intimidate me from using my authority.  This little event in our home has caused me to rise up, take my place and face my fear.

The world is desperately in need of Sons dear friends. They are lost and in darkness and do not know which way to turn.  Feeding from His bosom does well for us, but what does it do for them?  When we mature and are weaned and eat from more solid food, we then have that food to offer others.  They can then eat from maturity and wholeness and freedom.

The whole earth is waiting for the revealing of your true self. Will you partner with Him in revealing it?

SHALOM