Welcome to His Name, My Purpose, a site dedicated to showcasing the incredible names of our Maker. Each name of God in the Old Testament is a revelation of God's attributes. As we are exposed to them, they broaden our kingdom view and modify our thinking and behavior. Even a small glimpse of God’s character can wash our ordinary routines with new motivation, and bathe our agendas with fresh vision. Enjoy your walk through the names of God.

November 2, 2013

Part of the Family

My stomach flip-flopped and churned as we waited at my new in-law’s house. Did I really think this would be easy? One by one, my husband's siblings arrived and chatted excitedly. We met to carpool to a wedding—something we had all enjoyed before. But this occasion was different. We had been invited to the wedding of my husband’s wonderful former sweetheart—someone His whole family adored. How could anyone help but like her? She was pretty and sweet and bubbly and fun, and despite how hard I fought against it, insecurity agitated inside like sour milk.
Yes, my husband had deliberately chosen to break up with her, and had purposefully chosen to pursue and marry me. But that kind of logic did little to chase away my intimidation. We were about to celebrate an incredible person who had been special to my husband and his family in an earlier episode of life. Would they secretly wish she was still part of their family instead of me? Would I ever measure up in their eyes to this beloved former girlfriend? 
My mother-in-law was a woman of few words, but much love. She studied us, especially eying me, before sending us off. With a simple comment, “It just might get cold tonight,” she turned and left the room. A moment later, she returned with her best garment, the most prized possession in her closet, a stunning mink coat. She strode purposefully past her oldest daughter, past her youngest daughter, past her other daughter-in-law and stopped in front of me. Opening the mink, she wrapped the coat around my shoulders. Her eyes bore into mine with a knowing twinkle. As she adjusted the lapel around my neck, she leaned in close and whispered, “You just show everyone at the wedding who’s family you belong to now.” Then, with a smile and sweet hug, she pushed me out the door.
In one simple act, she claimed me as her own. She wanted me as family. I was not an outsider.
It was not until years later, that I came to see the beautiful picture of Christ she so aptly portrayed that day. Like my dear mother-in-law, Jesus also took something of His own and wrapped it around my shoulders—something utterly stunning, something that would identify me forever with His own family. He bundled me up in nothing less than His righteousness. He is Jehovah-tsidkenu, The Lord Our Righteousness (Jeremiah 23:5-6, 33:14-16).
Having carried my filthy garments to the cross, He re-clothed me with garments of salvation, wrapping me in His own holy robe (Isaiah 64:6, 61:10). His just nature can now accept me as family, as an heir (Romans 8:16-17). My clothes are white and clean because they are his pure garments, the precise clothing necessary to go into the very presence of my King (Revelation 19:14).
In one deliberate and costly act, Christ embraced me as family. He wants me. I am not an outsider.
 “He made Him who knew no sin to be sin on our behalf, that we might become the righteousness of God in Him” (2 Corinthians 5:21).

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