Psalm 68:4-6 A Father of the fatherless, and a judge of the widows, is God in His Holy habitation. God setteth the solitary in families: He bringeth out those which are bound with chains: but the rebellious dwell in a dry land.
Adoption is more than just a word; to some it’s a wonderful long awaited blessing that brings great Love and Joy into their lives and to those who consider their unborn child before themselves, it’s a choice to allow their helpless baby to have the gift of life and to be wanted and Loved. To some others, sadly it means that you’re inferior, less than those who are Birth Children. I read about a woman who said to her younger sister… “I still love you even though you’re Adopted.”
Ephesians 1:4-6 According as He hath chosen us in Him before the foundation of the world, that we should be Holy and without blame before Him in Love, Having predestination us unto the adoption of children by Jesus Christ to Himself, according to the good pleasure of His will, To the praise of the glory of His grace, wherein He hath made us accepted in the beloved.
Romans 8:14-16 For all who are being led by the Spirit of God, these are sons/daughters of God. For you have not received a spirit of slavery leading to fear again, but you have received a spirit of Adoption as sons by which we cry out, “Abba! Father!” The Spirit Himself testifies with our spirit that we are children of God, (NASB)
Those who have read my “A life that is Blessed ” know I’m Adopted and how that has impacted me for good and bad, ( see Link below) but today I want to share my friend Kathy’s Story about her Adoption , told in her own words. Kathy is a wonderful friend. We have been through the ups and downs life brings together. Kathy helped me greatly in setting up the Heavenly Lights, program for my Christian Weight Loss Groups. She is part of my Blessed Life that I thank God for often.
Many people have problems with the idea of Adoption. I have never had any issues with mine. Maybe because my brother and I were adopted by two very special people who loved us as their very own. My parents told me that I was adopted when I was eight years old, so I grew up with the knowledge, instead of having it thrust upon me at a later age when it would have become a shock.
I will never, ever forget what my father said to me when he told me. He said “Mum and I couldn’t have children of our own, so God gave you and your brother to us as a very special gift”. He also added, “Other people have to have their children if they want them or not, but we picked you out special!” Not that biological children are not wanted!!! I think it was just his way of trying to get across to me how very special we were to him.
The word “adopted” was never used. Not because we were ashamed of it, but because my parents absolutely refused to put any label on us that showed that we were not “really” theirs. If ever my father heard someone introduce their child as “my adopted son/daughter”, he would look as if he were going to haul off and hit them! (Which of course, he never did, because he was a kind, gentle man).
I have two biological children, and I know that the mothering I got from my mum, and the mothering I gave my children, are both identical. It isn’t the act of giving birth that makes you a mother, but what comes after it. And the care I got from my mum was “above and beyond the call of duty”.
Then, a few years ago, the family of my mother’s brother did a family tree. I never saw it, but my mother angrily told me that under her and dad’s names they had written “no issue”. She was livid! We did not come from their bodies, but we were legally theirs, and they could have written “Adopted children”, instead of putting down on paper that we did not exist. I was going to voice my opinion, but mum begged me not to, so I keep my feelings to myself.
My father died at 61. Now, 40 years later, I still miss him very much. My mother is in a hostel, and recently turned 98. Now, every time my brother and I visit her, she says “I have the two best kids in the world”, or “We made the best choice”. God made the best choice of Parents for us.
I have now been Adopted twice. The first time when I was a baby, and the second when I was in my early thirties, and accepted the Lord Jesus Christ as my Saviour. Then I became a child of God, my Heavenly Father. Since then He has shown me in countless ways how much He loves me, and how He is always there for me. And I often wonder if He, too, gets as upset as my earthly Parents did when people deny that He is their TRUE Heavenly Father.