Adoption

Adoption. Many envision it as a beautiful, idealistic thing. And it is beautiful. It’s the lonely, hurting child finally finding a family. But it's not idealistic.

In reality, adoption is a hard walk both for the family and for the child. Even though the child is placed in a better home, they still long for their real family, their blood kin. Adoption is not what I envisioned it would be.

But slowly God is changing my perspective of adoption. He’s showing me what it was like for Him to adopt me. I was not part of His family. I didn’t even remotely belong. I was enstranged and repulsive to the holiness of God.

Yet He freely offers adoption. “I want you to be my child,” He says. It’s such a beautiful paradox, a holy God, undgrudgingly offers a sinner a place in His family. This is what adoption means.

It’s taking someone who does not belong, who is a complete stranger, who looks at life differently and has a different background. And it’s making them one with you, part of the family, forever belonging. Truly belonging.

It takes sacrifice, but so did our adoption. It took a Man suspended in agony on a cross. It took a great Love to accept me into His family.

Can I expect to give any less?