I remember driving down an old dirt road in Genesee County, Michigan, with Dad behind the wheel, Mom up front next to him, and three of us girls sitting in the back.
Probably not even in seatbelts, because thatās how we rolled before the whole āBuckle Upā campaign spoiled our in-car freedom.
We were headed to some gathering, Iām not even sure what, and Dad was giving us his āRemember Who You Areā speech.
Letās not go in there kids and act like hoodlums.Ā
He didnāt actually say it that way, but the point was, youāre part of this family, youāre a Lenhart, you belong here, and you represent us.
That speech didnāt always produce the desired results for our parents, but it instilled in us a sense of belonging. We were proud to be part of our family, at least until certain seasons of adolescence. š
I was proud to call my sisters mineāexcept maybe when they did something really embarrassing.
But we have a Brother who sits at the right hand of God in heaven, and He is not ashamed to call us brothers and sisters.
He is the Word who spoke us into being and now sits at Godās right hand in heaven, God who became fully human in order to restore us to holiness.
Both the One who makes people holy and those who are made holy are of the same family. So Jesus is not ashamed to call them brothers and sisters. Hebrews 2:11
Jesus calls us brothers and sisters, and Heās not ashamed of us.
Isnāt that amazing?Ā Because you guys, He already knew.
He knew the lies weād tell and the pride weād hold onto and the sin weād excuse away because everybodyās doing it. He knew weād struggle to fully believe and we’d cling toĀ fearsĀ rather thanĀ clinging to Him. He knew the hurtful words we’d say, how we’d spend our time and money, and how wrapped up in our own selves weād be.
Still, Jesus identified with us as humans, and He calls us His family, HisĀ sisters.
How does that make you feel? Does it change your outlook today? Maybe we should meditate on it, because it will take some timeĀ toĀ sink in.
Jesus is not ashamed to call you sister. He calls us holy, even though we are still being made holy.
Hebrews 2 goes on to quote Jesus in three instances. JesusĀ declares God to his brothers and sisters and they praise Him together, He calls believers the āchildren God has given Himā, and He says, āI will put my trust in the Lord.ā (v. 13)
Jesus gave us a beautiful example of dependence on God–which is the way each of us who are Godās children are meant to live.
When I read through the gospels, Iām always struck by how often Jesus goes off on his own, to a quiet place, even in the middle of His important ministry years, in order to hear from God. He shows us what it looks like to trust in the Lord.
I haven’t mastered this kind of dependence on God, but I press on. I look to Him. I get alone with Him. I wait for Him to give me direction.
May our days be marked byĀ trust, sisters of Jesus.
I will wait for the Lordā¦I will put my trust in Him. Here am I, and the children the Lord has given me⦠Isaiah 8:17-18




I have just been pondering this relationship and come here to have some of my thoughts written on your blog paper. How grateful I am to be in a relationship with Jesus Who is my Brother. I am His sister. Is not that just wonderful? !
Linda, I love it when that happens! Yes, it is amazing! Thanks for visiting here today!
I remember the days when our only seatbelt was Dad’a hand across our chests to hold us in place. Thanks for the memory. I’m glad to be in the family of God with you Angela!
xoxo
Haha…yes! It’s crazy to think about with all the rules in place today, but we could move about the vehicle freely, and I think we enjoyed it. So glad to call you sister as well! š
Beautiful story, Angela, and beautiful encouragement that no matter how we mess up, Jesus is not ashamed to call us His own. I don’t want to be ashamed to call Him my own either. (Loved that memory of yesteryear. I remember rolling without seatbelts too!)
Thanks, Betsy. I agree–I don’t want to ever be ashamed to call Him my own, because He’s never ashamed to call me His. Love what you said there.
Angela, I too remember those days. My family had an orange VW camper and it was not uncommon for my dad to let me sit in his lap and steer on roads that weren’t busy. Oh, the horror! š Love this beautiful reminder. Praise God we can approach him like a family member.
I love that, Abby. I totally remember getting to steer once in a while on old country roads. š Thanks for sharing your memory!
Angela,
What an encouraging post…Thank you! Because Jesus is our brother, we are sisters š
Thank you for your input & encouragement Dolly! #sisters