Theorphanamongus Quotes

“God loves you. Think of the most pure, tender expression of love you have ever experienced and multiply it a thousand times. Even this cannot compare with the unconditional and limitless love God has for you. If you are a believer in Christ, you are God's precious child. Nothing you could ever do would make Him stop loving you. No place you could ever hide would put you outside the boundaries of His love. Dear precious child of God, let this sink into your soul and down to the tips of your toes. Eph 3:17-19. Whom will you believe - Satan who says God doesn't care about you, or God who says Jer. 31:3? pg. 167”
― Linda Dillow – Lorraine Pintus

“Have we not been claimed? Adopted? Rom 8:15 God searched you out. Before you knew you needed adopting, He'd already filed the papers and selected the wallpaper for your room. Rm 8:29.
Abandon you to a fatherless world? No way. Those privy to God's family Bible can read your name. He wrote it there. What's more? He covered the adoption fees. I could not pay my way ou tof the orphanage, so God sent Christ to buy freedom for us. Gal 4:5.
We don't finance our adoption, but we do accept it. You could tell God to get lost. But you wouldn't dare would you? The moment we accept his offer we go from orphans to heirs. Rm 8:17.
You are headed home.
Oh but we forget. Don't we grow accustomed to hard bunks and tin plates? 1 Peter 2:11 How long has it been since you showed someone your pictures?
Adopted but not transported. A new family but not our new house. Know our Father's name but not his face. He has claimed but has yet to come for us. So here we are. Caught between what is and what will be. No longer orphans, but not yet home. How do we live in the MEANtime? Rm 8:23-25”
― Max Lucado, Come Thirsty: No Heart Too Dry for His Touch

“p. 52 Blessings and burdens. Both can alarm-clock us out of slumber. Gifts stir homeward longings. So do struggles. Every homeless day carries us closer to the day our Father will come.”
― Max Lucado, Come Thirsty: No Heart Too Dry for His Touch