“The Spirit you received does not make you slaves, so that you live in fear again; rather, the Spirit you received brought about your adoption to sonship.[a] And by him we cry, “Abba,[b] Father.” Romans 8:15
These verses may be sung to any of the tunes used for 'When I survey the wondrous cross', and are brought to us by Wild Goose of lona.
When trouble strikes and fear takes root and dreams are dry and sense unsound when hope becomes a barren waste, then doubts like mountains soar around.
Our wandering minds believe the worst and ask, as faith and fervour fade, 'Has God now turned His back on us, forsaking those He loved and made?'
God says, 'See how a woman cares, can she forget the child she bore? Even if she did, I shan't forget. Though feeling lost, I love you more.'
'My dearest daughter, fondest son, My weary folk in every land, your souls are cradled in My heart, your names are written on My hand.'
Then praise the Lord through faith and fear, in holy and in hopeless place, for height and depth and heaven and hell can't keep us far from His embrace.
[From Celtic Daily Prayer, Aidan readings for January 3&4]