Child of Promise
At 6:30am Saturday morning on Jan 12, 2013 Isaac Hawk Banker was born into the world. 7lbs 12oz of God-given blessing. 21 inches long.
God promised Abraham and Sarah a child. Abraham tried to fulfill God’s promise on His behalf, through his own human effort. The result of that attempt is symbolic of religion’s attempt at earning our way to God. God alone fulfills His promises.
The son of the slave wife was born in a human attempt to bring about the fulfillment of God’s promise. But the son of the freeborn wife was born as God’s own fulfillment of his promise. These two women serve as an illustration of God’s two covenants. The first woman, Hagar, represents Mount Sinai where people received the law that enslaved them. Galatians 4:23-24
God spoke to me over a year ago about having a child for us even though we had been trying on our own effort to get pregnant for two and a half years. Today God fulfilled what he had spoken to me. Even though I was never fully convinced that I had actually heard God (until we found out we were, indeed, pregnant), I told God that I believe Him. I doubted my ability to hear His voice, but didn’t necessarily doubt Him. I’m convinced that faith doesn’t mean we have to be convinced about our ability to follow Him (i.e. do everything right), but instead have faith in His faithfulness and take Him at His word. So, even though I doubted, my doubt was in myself and He remained faithful to what He was telling me. Faith means trusting God to be faithful to His word. Faith doesn’t mean conjuring up a self-imposed belief that requires unquestioning loyalty to said belief in the face of all opposing facts. Faith is relational.
Isaac was the name of Abraham’s child of promise whom God provided supernaturally in His timing. Our own Isaac is also our little child of promise that God fulfilled in His timing. Our pregnancy was impressed on our hearts months in advance and confirmed by a prophetic word just days before we found out about the pregnancy. Isaac is a child of promise.
When going through Prayer Resolution prayer-counseling, God had broken the power of a lie in my life that was in regard to my identity and we had asked God for a truth to replace the lie. The picture that I ended up getting was of a hawk. God used this imagery to show me who I am and who I am not.
My dad was always really good at spotting hawks on street lights and in trees as we drove around when I was young. I seemed to have inherited his special skill. Every time I see a hawk I am reminded that God spoke to me and is concerned about my identity being properly founded.
I like seeing hawks in the middle of the city. They don’t seem like they fit here. Something about the wild side of nature thriving in the middle of our fake concrete jungles. A reminder of the God-created way in the face of our man-created “prosperity.”
I want little Isaac to know that His identity has been determined and it has nothing to do with the world that surrounds him. He is valuable and full of worth right now, today, before he has ever had a chance to do anything good or bad and before anyone else can do anything good or bad to him. He is who he is and that’s all he is ever supposed to be.
We are praying that someday little Isaac will choose to enter into another family. His heavenly Father is the one who created this little one with so much value and worth and we are all looking forward to and longing for the day when this child chooses on his own to enter into intimacy with God Himself through faith in Jesus Christ (not human effort). And, if He chooses otherwise, his value and worth haven’t changed a bit.
That’s our last name. It only makes sense.