I understand the concept of adoption because, well – I was adopted. I know that sometimes parents choose to keep that information from their children – then later in life the kids find out and it becomes a big blow out. I remember the story being told to me in the form of a bedtime story at night – with the emphasis always being on how much I was loved – at first sight – and how I was chosen and was special to my parents.
There’s not much I remember about my mom’s funeral, but three things come to mind. Everyone wore her favorite color (turquoise), there were the most beautiful black butterflies with turquoise on their wings, (a gift from God because I’d never seen them before), and I told a handful of people, “I was not spoiled, I was just sincerely loved.”
If you are saved, you’ve been adopted into the family of God – that’s for keeps. A social worker will never visit your house and tell you that you have to leave the nest for any reason. Once you are part of the family of God… you are – on that you can be sure. Speaking as a sister in Christ, I’ll do my best to sincerely love you with the love of the Lord.
I like this poem by Lucinda – MY INHERITED LIFE.
Through adoption, I was actually the child of my adopted parents. I became a member of their family. Nobody called me the adopted cousin – I was the cousin. I may have even been the weird cousin, for all I know. My point is, there was no distinction – except for the fact that everyone in my mother’s family was six-foot tall, and here I stand at five foot two and a quarter. I can’t blame that on my adopted family, though, can I?
We don’t deserve Heaven, but because of God’s wonderful grace and mercy, we have inherited Heaven, and a great deal more! So, we pray for stronger faith to trust God every day in this life, and we pray for courage and rest in the next life. I’d rather trust His plan and be right than not trust His plan and be wrong, wouldn’t you? Eternity is a very long time…
I keep seeing this on my facebook newsfeed:
Stop, drop and roll doesn’t work in hell.
You know, I’m betting it doesn’t. 🙂