Adopted Child

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!"  Romans 8:15 (NASB)

I had never thought of adopting a child...not until my husband called me from Honduras. "Don't say anything yet. Please listen to what has happened." I listened. "I have found the most beautiful baby boy. He needs a home. Pray about this. I'll be coming home next week and we'll talk about it." The fuzzy static in the radio transmission kept me from asking questions.

The Lord had blessed us with three beautiful little girls. This would be our first son. After much prayer and preparation, we flew to New Orleans to await the arrival of our new fourteen month old son. Missionary friends would be bringing him to us.

What if he doesn't like me? How will I deal with that? Questions of doubt and fear assailed me. After making the trip to the airport several times, the plane finally came in. We stood there in the customs area. "Oh, Lord, help me," I cried out.

As a friend came forward with our son, he reached out his arms to me and clung tightly to my neck and put his head on my shoulder. He wouldn't go back to the friend who had taken care of him for several weeks while his papers were put in order. He fit. He was home. He was right where he was supposed to be.

Salvation is so much like that. Our Lord Jesus has taken care of all of the paper work. He died in my place. He arranged for me to be adopted into His Family of light and love from the family of darkness and sin. How like Jesus!

Dear Lord Jesus, thank you so much for your love and for your special gift of adoption...for making us yours. In Jesus name, Amen.