Because you are His sons, God sent the Spirit of His Son into our hearts, the Spirit Who calls out, “Abba, Father.” Galatians 4:6
Psychologists have a theory that there is no such thing as an infant. In the first few months of a baby’s life, from her point of view at least, there is only infant/caregiver, one in the same. The baby sees herself as mirrored in the eyes of her primary caregivers; she believes she and her closest adult, or adults, are one individual. Tiny children spend much of their waking hours reassuring themselves that this special caregiver loves them unconditionally and lives only for them. (Witness ten-decibel screaming at two a.m. to get fed.)
Before you freak out wondering how parents and others who care for babies can ever live up to this stellar responsibility, know that it doesn’t last long! We all learn to doubt this “bond” as we grow older and a divided world view takes over completely by about age seven. We assert our independence more and more until it’s time to get our driver’s license or graduate high school. Then we are completely convinced that our parents are idiots who have no idea what it’s like to be us. (What, that wasn’t your experience?!?) As Richard Rohr notes, “Body/mind/world/self all start getting split apart; we begin to see the basic fault lines in the world—and the rest of life will be spent trying to put it all back together again.”
This is not God’s will. As the Galatians passage above states, “God sent the Spirit of His Son into our hearts.” It’s there from the moment we are conceived, and if we ask, that Spirit will direct our every thought and action. In God’s plan, there is no “split” between “us” and “Him:” we are one in the same, just as an infant and a caretaker are bonded in oneness. We tend to think “maturity” means growing apart from God’s caretaking, but the opposite is actually true. “Maturing” in Christ means being ever more willing to accept God’s indwelling Spirit. Our relationship with God is not transactional: God will do this if I do that. Instead, we move through this life on earth as one with God, until we see Him face to face.
God of Grace, help us trust You to be our Caretaker through eternity. Amen
Both candid and humorous, insightful and ponderous, Meg Blaine Corrigan’s memoir, Then I Am Strong: Moving From My Mother’s Daughter to God’s Child, takes the reader through her chaotic childhood with an alcoholic mother and enabling father to a violent assault that nearly ended her life. She populates her tale with vivid descriptions of her parents, other influential adults, the attacker, and her disastrous first marriage. But this story has a happy ending, when Meg finds solace in a God she didn’t think she’d ever believe in, when He gently helps her heal from her past lives and move into the best times of her life. Meg has also written a novel, Perils of a Polynesian Percussionist, about said first marriage, as well as a Christian devotional, Saints With Slingshots: Daily Devotions for the Slightly Tarnished But Perpetually Forgiven Christian, comprised of blogs from this site. Stay tuned for sequels to her last two books! All of her works may be purchased through her website, www.MegCorrigan.com or from www.amazon.com .