Five years ago, I became an adoptive grandma. I watched as my daughter and son-in-law held their child for the first time. Three years later, it happened again!
These boys are gifts, placed in the arms of a family waiting and searching and praying for them for a long time. Is it all joy and roses? No, there are nights when one fights sleep like a tiger. There are days when they are cranky or overtired or demanding. But it’s all mixed in with two boys who are loved like crazy.
Sometimes we can fear that we don't have a place in the family of God. We might feel that we are too messy to be loved.
Romans 9:15 says, “For you did not receive the spirit of bondage again to fear, but you received a Spirit of adoption by whom we cry out, Abba, Father.” We are adopted, scooped into the family of God through His love. He searched for us. He waits for us.
Transformation begins as we embrace our place in the heart of our Abba Father.