C called himself my son.
it felt so fragile i was afraid to move any closer for fear of bursting a bubble just beginning on brightly colored stick.
in last few years he has let my love pour over him, no longer standing at the edge of it.
learning to trust love isn’t going to dry up. level not dependent on him. even with no right of birth, he is still sealed to my heart by my choosing.
learning to believe this same choosing was once and for all.
now letting love soak in.
but when the fullness of time had come, god sent forth his son, born of woman, born under the law,to redeem those who were under the law, so that we might receive adoption as sons. and because you are sons, god has sent the spirit of his son into our hearts, crying, “abba! father!” so you are no longer a slave, but a son, and if a son, then an heir through god.
galatians 4:4-7 (ESV)