My mother never kept the news from me or my sister that we
had been adopted. My birthmother (who I
met much later in life) always loved me and prayed for me through the
years. My adoptive mother did, too. My adoptive father passed away when I was seven
years old. Mom remarried and they raised
me and my sister as their own.
When talking about this one day, they told me that adopted
kids are wanted. For whatever reason
that the birthmother couldn’t raise me, they assured me that they wanted
me.
When I got saved, I left the most dysfunctional father (the
devil) for the greatest Father ever. He
had his Son die on the cross for me to provide the way. He wanted me!
He adopted me into His family! I
am one of His kids! I rejected Him for years.
I did not accept the free gift of salvation and adoption into His family.
Isn’t it great to know that God wants us? He has taken care
of all the adoption prerequisites. All we have to do is accept it. We are wanted!
“But when the fulness
of the time was come, God sent forth his Son, made of a woman, made under the
law, To redeem them that were under the law, that we might receive the adoption
of sons.” Galatians 4:4-5.
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