A Story of Adoption
First off let me start by saying that the words on this page are not mine. They were not artistically created to exemplify a so called "hipster christian" wanting to blog about life. They were also not typed by my own hands. They didn't come from my witty personality, and they are not looking for recognition. Rather, these words are my fathers sweet whispers. They are the words he speaks to me in the utter silence, and sometimes in the business of the hospital setting. These words are precious because they are not mine. They are powerful because they come from the creator of the Universe. So although these words leave me vulnerable and open for the world to see, they are also a sweet message from the one who loved you before you were created. So I write in hopes that my words would shine a small light on the unimaginable beauty of our Lord. Be Blessed.
My heart is a sucker for all things international. I love the interesting ways people grow up and the fascinating stories of families in foreign countries. I love the beautiful way of articulating words that only comes from a naturally born Kenyan. I love the way people speak of their families, and I love the way they speak of their hometowns. I love the stories of redemption. I love the saving sovereignty of our God who is ever present. I love adoption.
I love the thought of being bought for a high price. To think that my life was destined for destruction but a gracious God pointed my life in a new direction. I love stories of being chosen for the first time in their life. I love acceptance. Not acceptance of who we are, but rather who we were made to be. This is the story of adoption.
We were picked. Picked by a perfect God because of our imperfections. We were hugged because he knew we had never been hugged that way before. We were taken care of because he knew we would never know what true love was if he didn't care for us. He called us His because we were broken.
When I think about adoption, my cheeks hurt. The thought of Christ grabbing me from a dark hole into the light of his saving grace is mind boggling. The thought that he accepted us into his family because he is the epitome of love is unimaginable. I am #blessed... not because of what I have or who I have become but of WHO CHOSE ME! He did..... and he did it to you too. He took you out of destruction and said "come child, I am taking you home!"
So tonight I sit, mesmerized by stories of adoption. Stories that leak all over social media or somehow find themselves on my vimeo top stories. These stories bring to life what I have known all along.... that we all have our own "gotcha day". The day we were made perfect in Christ because of who he is. The day he said "come child, I am waiting for you!" The day my family was made complete because of a loving father.
Now I know.... this is not good for my heart. This is not good to sit here and bawl my eyes out as I watch stories of adoption. It is not good for my heart to long for the picture perfect story of adoption. It is not good for my heart to feel lead to quit school and move to Africa..... but what it does remind me is that I WAS ADOPTED, I AM ADOPTED, AND I WILL FOREVER BE ADOPTED BY CHRIST!
"Dear friends, now we are children of God, and what we will be has not yet been made known. But we know that when Christ appears, we shall be like him, for we shall see him as he is." -1 John 3:2
So be encouraged, brothers and sisters, that we will one day know the true capacity of our fathers love. That one day we will know what lengths he took to bring us home. That one day we will know the true meaning behind our very own "gotcha" day!
In him, Hannah
a·dop·tion
əˈdäpSHən/
noun
- 1.the action or fact of adopting or being adopted."she gave up her children for adoption"
My heart is a sucker for all things international. I love the interesting ways people grow up and the fascinating stories of families in foreign countries. I love the beautiful way of articulating words that only comes from a naturally born Kenyan. I love the way people speak of their families, and I love the way they speak of their hometowns. I love the stories of redemption. I love the saving sovereignty of our God who is ever present. I love adoption.
I love the thought of being bought for a high price. To think that my life was destined for destruction but a gracious God pointed my life in a new direction. I love stories of being chosen for the first time in their life. I love acceptance. Not acceptance of who we are, but rather who we were made to be. This is the story of adoption.
We were picked. Picked by a perfect God because of our imperfections. We were hugged because he knew we had never been hugged that way before. We were taken care of because he knew we would never know what true love was if he didn't care for us. He called us His because we were broken.
When I think about adoption, my cheeks hurt. The thought of Christ grabbing me from a dark hole into the light of his saving grace is mind boggling. The thought that he accepted us into his family because he is the epitome of love is unimaginable. I am #blessed... not because of what I have or who I have become but of WHO CHOSE ME! He did..... and he did it to you too. He took you out of destruction and said "come child, I am taking you home!"
So tonight I sit, mesmerized by stories of adoption. Stories that leak all over social media or somehow find themselves on my vimeo top stories. These stories bring to life what I have known all along.... that we all have our own "gotcha day". The day we were made perfect in Christ because of who he is. The day he said "come child, I am waiting for you!" The day my family was made complete because of a loving father.
Now I know.... this is not good for my heart. This is not good to sit here and bawl my eyes out as I watch stories of adoption. It is not good for my heart to long for the picture perfect story of adoption. It is not good for my heart to feel lead to quit school and move to Africa..... but what it does remind me is that I WAS ADOPTED, I AM ADOPTED, AND I WILL FOREVER BE ADOPTED BY CHRIST!
"Dear friends, now we are children of God, and what we will be has not yet been made known. But we know that when Christ appears, we shall be like him, for we shall see him as he is." -1 John 3:2
So be encouraged, brothers and sisters, that we will one day know the true capacity of our fathers love. That one day we will know what lengths he took to bring us home. That one day we will know the true meaning behind our very own "gotcha" day!
In him, Hannah
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