Our backyard was the life of the neighborhood. As I grew older, all the kids usually ended being in our yard for various games and exercises (not like jumping jacks just fun stuff).
Seeing my dad in this picture brings back a lot of memories of him. When I was 9 years old, our Heavenly Father thought it best to take my dad to be with Him. This, because God works all things together for good, was a good thing. Being 42 years old, I can honestly say that those 9 years of my life being with my dad were absolutely amazing. Every second counted for something and I enjoyed every part of it.
He was my dad.
I was his son.
A week or so ago I was reading through Matthew 3. In it is the recording of Jesus' baptism.
"Then Jesus came from Galilee to the Jordan to John, to be baptized by him. John would have prevented Him, saying, 'I need to be baptized by you, and do you come to me?' But Jesus answered him, 'Let it be so now, for thus it is fitting for us to fulfill all righteousness.' Then he consented. And when Jesus was baptized, immediately He went up from the water, and behold, the heavens were opened to Him, and He saw the Spirit of God descending like a dove and coming to rest on Him; and behold, a voice from heave said, 'This is My Son, with whom I am well pleased.'"
Upon reading this, I remember Paul's words in Colossians 2:12
"having been buried with Him in baptism, in which you were also raised with Him through faith in the powerful working of God, who raised Him from the dead."
So putting these thoughts verses together, what I believe Scripture is telling us is that when our Father looks at us, He sees His Son, Jesus. When He sees His Son, His first response is to declare "This is My son..." In other words, when God our Father looks upon us, He declares us to be His sons, with whom He is well pleased with.
What unfathomable grace!