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 first-fruits 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.
I will expand on this later. The graphics and the site are in mind right now. You will show me what to write on this matter if anymore is there to write.
I Been Wondering. Pondering I Been. Where Am I Going With All Of This, My Father?
Wednesday, March 21, 2018 at 4:43 am.
That was my last post. I will quote an excerpt from that link mainly for my own self. I’m forgetful, you know? lol
O well! I’ll skip that excerpt–to long to insert. What Now? I’ll Continue With The Kind Of Life I’m Living in the next post, I hope.