What a Mighty Yah You are, O my Father! O Father of mine! Onward I am going to the next verses to my delight and re-assurance of Your Presence in my heart and in my life.
For all who are led by the Spirit of Our Creator are sons of Our Creator.
For the Spirit which you have now received is not a spirit of slavery to put you once more in bondage to fear, but you have received the Spirit of adoption the Spirit producing sonship in the bliss of which we cry, Abba (Father)! Father!
The Spirit Himself thus testifies together with our own spirit, assuring us that we are children of Our Creator.
And if we are His children, then we are His heirs also: heirs of Our Creator and fellow heirs with Messiah sharing His inheritance with Him; only we must share His suffering if we are to share His esteem.
But what of that? For I consider that the sufferings of this present time (this present life) are not worth being compared with the esteem that is about to be revealed to us and in us and for us and conferred on us!
For even the whole creation (all nature) waits expectantly and longs earnestly for Our Creator’s sons to be made known waits for the revealing, the disclosing of their sonship.
For the creation (nature) was subjected to frailty (to futility, condemned to frustration), not because of some intentional fault on its part, but by the will of Him Who so subjected it—yet with the hope that nature (creation) itself will be set free from its bondage to decay and corruption and gain an entrance into the esteemed freedom of Our Creator’s children.
We know that the whole creation of irrational creatures has been moaning together in the pains of labor until now.
And not only the creation, but we ourselves too, who have and enjoy the firstfruits of the Set Apart Spirit a foretaste of the blissful things to come groan inwardly as we wait for the redemption of our bodies from sensuality and the grave, which will reveal our adoption (our manifestation as Our Creator’s sons).
For in this hope we were saved. But hope the object of which is seen is not hope. For how can one hope for what he already sees?
But if we hope for what is still unseen by us, we wait for it with patience and composure.