It's Easter weekend and I'm surrounded by my family as I crochet. Grammy is puttering around in the kitchen, Momma's conversation with my aunt is drifting around the corner from the living room, Grandpa and Daddy are hiding out with the grill in the garage, and my little cousins are bouncing around the house with a parent close behind. It's wonderful to belong to such people.
My family is as varied as the colors I'm weaving into my square, each a unique combination of personality, tastes, talents, and spiritual gifts. Though the centers of each of my squares are distinctive, they are all edged with the same black and white trim that marks them as belonging to the same pattern. I am lucky that most of my family shares this common thread, both as blood relatives and as followers of Christ.
1 Corinthians 12: 4-6 "There are different kinds of gifts, but the same Spirit. There are different kinds of service, but the same Lord. There are different kinds of working, but the same God works all of them in all men."
Easter is the reason we even have the ability to be part of God's family. The blood of Christ marks us as his, confirming that without question, we belong.
Galatians 4:4-6 "But when the fullness of the time had come, God sent forth His Son, born of a woman, born under the law, to redeem those who were under the law, that we might receive the adoption as sons."
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