4479
4479. It's a number that probably doesn't mean much to anybody but me. But for me, it's significant. After the birth of our son, Will, on August 1st, the nurses put bracelets on me & Alisha that had the number 4479 printed on them. There were 3 bracelets that had this number. I had one. Alisha had one. And Will had the other. This bracelet with this number is the way that the hospital staff could quickly identify & be certain of who belongs to who. And anytime the nurses had to come & get Will or bring him back to us, they would always check our bracelets.
For me, it became the way that Will was identified as my son. 4479, he's my son. He belongs to me. It's a certainty. It's obvious. There's no doubt. He's my son. He's newborn & it may be hard to see any similarities in the way he looks. We're not sure if he looks more like mom or dad at this point. We're not sure what his personality will be like at this point. There aren't a lot of ways to tell you or show you or prove it to you. But 4479 makes it plain. He's my son.
As I thought & reflected about this simple thing, I prayed that in the same way it would be obvious, it would be plain, that I could be quickly identified as God's son to those around me. If we are the sons & daughters of God shouldn't it be obvious? Shouldn't it be easy to see? Shouldn't those around us know this about us?
2 Corinthians 1:21-22a says, "It is God who gives us, along with you, the ability to stand firm for Christ. He has commissioned us, and he has identified us as his own by placing the Holy Spirit in our hearts..."
May it be obvious to all that we are the sons & daughters of God.
